The story of my husband, Andrzej.

I just want to start by saying that my husband was never significantly sick or in the hospital before. On Sunday, December 5^th my husband wasn’t feeling well with a cough and fever. I called his family doctor on Monday, December 6^th and he instructed me not to come to his office in case he had Covid, instead sent us to Urgent Care to get tested for Covid. Since he was coughing and had a fever, Urgent Care then instructed him to go to Jefferson Torresdale Hospital in Philadelphia. Andrzej drove himself from Urgent Care to the hospital and when he arrived he waited for 17 hours to be admitted. The first thing they asked him in the hospital was if he had been vaccinated, which he had not. When he was finally admitted, he requested the doctors give him monoclonal antibodies, but they said they didn’t have any available, however would order them for him; later we discovered they never did. Instead, they started him on their “hospital protocols.”

The first week in the hospital he was completely normal, walking, talking and behaving as usual with an optimistic demeanor. The cough and fever subsided so he requested to go home but the doctors scared him by saying he would be in a wheelchair if he went home. He remained in the hospital although we could not visit him and we were unaware of the details of any protocols or treatment plan he was under, nor did he know.

The second week in the hospital he was getting weaker but still had hope that he would come home for Christmas. They still didn’t let me visit him in the hospital, so I called him every day on his cell phone. I tried to talk to a doctor or a nurse every day, somehow there was always a different doctor or nurse in his room and they always told me that he was fine, which as it turns out was not true. They were short, dismissive, and provided no details to my husband or myself about medications being given, side effects, or simply the treatment plan in general.

The third week he was increasingly weaker, losing his voice on the phone, and lost complete strength to get out of bed and walk on his own. He told me that he was in a lot of pain and that they had punctured him with needles all over his body- multiple places along arms, legs, and torso. Then I really started to worry. Monday, December 27^th Dr. Sarah Chmielewski told me that they were going to move him from the third floor to the second floor. When I asked why they were moving him the doctor told me that they could observe him better on the second floor.

Tuesday, December 28^th was the first time I saw my husband because they called me from the hospital to inform me that they wanted to put him on life-support. I told them to wait until I came to the hospital. When I arrived with my son I saw my husband for the first time and he told us that he was dying. I noticed that he was ungroomed and malnourished. Of course we started panicking and asking questions, thinking he was being properly treated the news came as a shock. Outside of his room were two doctors and a few nurses. The primary doctor, Nomilinne Nery, who was taking care of him, and the other doctor who was supposed to do the life-support procedure (unknown name). We asked Dr. Nery why she wanted to put my husband on life-support. She told us it was best because he was in pain. We then turned to the doctor who was supposed to do the life-support procedure and asked him what my husband’s chances would be if he goes on life-support. His response was that the procedure has a 100% mortality rate.

After hearing this, we asked Dr. Nery since it’s a 100% mortality rate why would you put him on life-support? Instead, we suggested she give him Hydroxychloroquine with Z-Pak or Ivermectin. She frustratingly responded that neither of those would work then became increasingly very angry at our questions and told the nurses to call the police to have us escorted out of the hospital. My son told the nurses to call the ethics board instead of the police, at that point all the doctors disappeared.

We then requested another doctor to take care of my husband. We waited for over an hour before finally a doctor came to talk to us. Dr. Andrew Ogden brought a list of the protocols that the hospital must follow. He showed us that Remdesivir was one of the protocols, which stated the recommended treatment of Remdesivir was for a duration of five days or until hospital discharge. This moment was when we found out that my husband was being treated with Remdesivir the entire time he was in the hospital. Remdesivir and a host of other drugs were given to my husband without his or our consent.

Wednesday, December 29^th I went to the hospital to talk to Dr. Ogden about a new Right to Try trial drug named Leronlimab. It was a very promising drug with patients treated making full recovery with little to no side effects. Dr. Ogden had not heard about it but said he would look into it.

Thursday, December 30^th my husband was complaining about pain on his right side.

Saturday, January 1^st Dr. Ogden called me saying he was going on vacation and another doctor would be covering and that my husband was getting better.

Monday, January 3^rd I went to visit him three times that day. In the morning, Dr. Nimish Patel informed me that the new drug Leronlimab would not work and dismissed the use of it. He tried to reassure me that he and I both did everything possible.

I saw him in the afternoon but he was comatose. These last two days that my husband was alive under Dr. Patel’s care, the hospital gave him large doses of morphine and put him in a morphine coma which prevented me from communicating with him any longer.

I came back in the evening a third time to see Andrzej and a nurse informed me that his right lung had collapsed and that they would try to repair it. In the meantime they told me to wait in the waiting room because they were going to move him to another room and afterwards they would come get me to see him. After waiting a couple of hours, about 10:30pm a doctor came to tell me that they tried to resuscitate him but that my husband had died. She took me back to see him. He was in an empty room lined with windows, there was no machines around, nor was he hooked up to anything, just laying lifeless slumped over a bed with no rails. The medical staff observed my reaction at a distance knowing I had been fighting for him.

Andrzej was at Jefferson Torresdale Hospital in Philadelphia from December 6, 2021 to January 3, 2022. My husband, a veteran who served in Vietnam and came back home with a Purple Heart as well as many other honors, and worked 42 years in the Postal Service had just retired.  He never had the chance to enjoy his retirement. I never thought that my husband was going to be murdered at Jefferson Torresdale Hospital in Philadelphia.

Andrzej served and protected his country. Unfortunately, his country did not protect him.