Brice and I had been married for 54 years.  We had three wonderful children – Donna, my oldest, who was murdered by her husband; Brice Wayne; and Shannon, my youngest, who was murdered by the protocol given by the FDA for Remdesivir.

Knowing it didn’t work, knowing it damages the liver, shuts the kidneys down so they have to have dialysis, causing their body fluid to back up in their body and drown, like my husband did.  He had so much fluid in him, when I touched his arm, it was leaking fluid.  He was swollen and cold.  Yes, he had health problems, but we were handling them as they came to pass.  He did not deserve to die like this.

I lost two wonderful people within twenty days of each other.  Brice died September 6, 2021, and Shannon died September 26, 2021.  Her children were devastated.  They did not know what to do or how to do it.

I had told the media.  They cut that part out, so I told the newspaper.  They cut that part out also, about Remdesivir.  I am angry, very angry, and I want justice.  I lost a good man who believed in family, worked hard as an over-the-road trucker.  He was a volunteer fireman.  He loved life, and he loved showing his 1964 Chevy truck (which left me owing $50,000).  He loved to fish, but he did stay isolated so he wouldn’t get sick, but he did get sick anyway.

On August 17, 2021, he got sick with a cold, so he went to the doctor.  The doctor said to go to the hospital on August 18, 2021.  So, Brice went to Crestwood Hospital in Huntsville, Alabama.  There, Brice was in the emergency room for two days.  He was given Remdesivir, got a room and stayed until August 21, 2021.  They dismissed him (to go home) with oxygen.

On the second day home, Brice collapsed, and went to the hospital again.  This time he went to Marshall Medical Center in North Guntersville, Alabama.  He received five (5) more days of Remdesivir, which we did not know.

The doctor kept telling me he was getting so bad, that he wouldn’t make it, that I shouldn’t let him suffer, that he wouldn’t make it home.  Yet, I could see he was getting better.  At this time, he told me if he could not live a productive life, don’t put him on a vent.  What I thought was strange was on September 3, 2021, he was ready to come home.  When I told the doctor that at that time, I was unable to take care of him because Brice was so weak.  He couldn’t hold up his head, so we were going to put him in rehab to get his strength back.

The next day, he suddenly got bad again, so that was when I knew he was not going to come home.  I did not want him to suffer, so I held him tight and he told me, “Mama, I am very sick and getting worse.  I love you.  You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

So, on September 4, 2021, I told the doctor I would sign a DNR for him.  It seemed after that, they just stopped caring for him.  He died at 12:30 A.M., on September 6, 2021.