My son tested positive for COVID-19.  He was recuperating at home.  Became dehydrated and went to ER in Miles City, MT.  His blood sugar was high too.  He refused remdesivir and the mouse shot.  They hydrated him and then were sending him home.  He passed out, and they flew him to Billings, Montana.

He was placed in isolation. Then began approving [insurance].   All antibiotics were stopped.  Morphine and other drugs given.  Struggling to breath.  I requested to be his caregiver so I could stay with him.  He insisted no ventilator.

One night at 11:30 p.m.,  I was called to say he was placed on a ventilator.  He was taken ICU.  Hospital protocols only allowed one person per day to visit.  After a week of daily being told, “no word back on my request,”  I finally called an administrator and was told no request had been received.  I was immediately approved.  Still had trouble getting in, I called the admin again and it was straightened out.

My son from Oregon wanted to visit, he got special permission from hospital administration and hospital staff said no.  They would not allow Jasmine (His wife) in the day Ron came.  I was allowed there as his caregiver.  Nurses did not like having both of us in the room at the same time.  One nurse was not happy I was there at all.  She expressed resentment.  The other nurses seemed okay.  The doctors were horrible.  They were angry, nasty, and were not happy with family suggestions.

I told the nurse I had researched, and the drugs they were given him would shut down his body and cause breathing problems.  She agreed.  He was removed from the ventilator, and less than 24 hours put back on.  Jasmine and I both suggested different treatments we had researched.  The doctors expressed frustration.  They said, “You’re right, but it wont work for him.  He is the classic case, we see it all the time, he will most likely die.”

They offered to remove him from the ventilator so we could spend some time with him before he died.  They kept stating if they took him off, he would die.  He did die.  I was there until midnight the morning he died.  I noticed all these hand creams in his room.  I thought that was odd.  They nurses knew he was dying.  I did not.  They had the hand creams sitting around his room, so when he died, they could take them home.  He died about five hours later.  I asked for hospital records, but have not received them.

I wanted to know what happened when he died.  One nurse said he began vomiting blood.  The doctor said he died quietly, and would not remember because they gave him amnesia medicine.  He was dead, he wasn’t going to remember it anyway.

This is a shortened version of the all the problems with the hospital and their death promoting protocols.