My husband and I both were feeling sick.  My husband was retired, I was still working.  I had to test to see if I had Covid to know if I could go to work.  I was diagnosed with a mild case of Covid and was told to take vitamins and over the counter medicine for symptoms.  My husband was not tested at that time, he assumed he also had Covid because his symptoms were like mine.  We started feeling worse toward the end of the week we were diagnosed.  My husband drove himself to the hospital on July 4, 2021 and they diagnosed him with Covid and admitted him to hospital.  I went to hospital later that day, and was admitted.  We were both told we would probably be in the hospital about a week.  We were in different hospital rooms.

I believe we were initially given the same cocktail of drugs, including Remdesivir, antibiotics, and I don’t know what else.  We were both using oxygen.  I started getting better as the week progressed, my husband, Alan, got worse.  On the Sat. after we went in, I was told my husband would be sedated and intubated.  They let me walk to his room to be with him before they sedated him.  It was the first day out of my hospital room for me.  We talked, but I could hardly understand him because he had the BiPAP mask on.  That was the last time I saw my husband awake.  I left the hospital the next day.

I never thought until right at the very end my husband was going to die.  He was healthy, had no pre-existing conditions.  We had no idea about Remdesivir or how few people came off the vent.

At the very end, when they knew he was likely dying, they let me come visit him, in person.  He died while I was there.  He was still sedated and intubated.

I know I am one of the lucky ones, because I was with my husband when he died.  However, I still remain angry, because I believe this should have never happened.

The cover picture was the last picture taken of my husband.  It was taken about three weeks before we got sick.