Chuck began feeling unwell the last week of July, 2021.  He had trouble, standing, walking, and would fall down.  He did however, continue to do his regular tasks and eat.

The beginning of August these symptoms worsened.  He did not feel like eating, and he would only eat a little bit or not at all.  The beginning of August 2021, he would fall down and be on the flour. It took him awhile to gather strength to stand up again.

On August 4th, he went back to teaching for the start of the new school year.  On August 5th, the school administration told him not to come back to school until he was better.  On Friday night, during the night, he fell down in the bathroom and could not get up.  He called to me, but I wear earplugs, and did not hear him.

On Saturday night, he once again fell in the bathroom.  He could not get up.  I tried to help him, but was not strong enough to help him off the floor.  He stayed on the floor for three hours before he was able to pull himself up and make it back to bed.

On Sunday evening August 8th, around 9 PM, Chuck fell in the living room.  I went next door to ask our neighbor to help me get Chuck to the bedroom.  The neighbor came over, but called the EMTs.

Chuck was taken to Centennial Hills Hospital in an ambulance.  I followed in the car.  The emergency room refused me admittance, and told me to go home because no one was allowed in the hospital.  They said someone would call  me later and let me know what was going on.

The next morning, August 9th, around 11 AM, an ER nurse called me and said, “All of your husband’s tests have come back negative; his lungs are clear; he does not have Covid; and someone will be calling you later this afternoon to come pick him up.”  Great! I was excited to be able to bring him home.

NO ONE ever called me back that day!  And, of course, I was NOT allowed into the hospital.  Tuesday, August 10th, around 2 PM, I was called and told that Chuck had Covid, and they were admitting him to the Covid ward.  I told the nurse that I had already been called and told his lungs were clear and he did NOT have Covid.  The nurse replied, “Well, a PCR test says he does.”  I told her that the PCR was unreliable and Chuck did not have Covid.  She told me he did and was being admitted.  She told me someone else would call me back from the Covid ward.

Wednesday, August 11th, around 2 PM, I was called by a nurse to tell me Chuck was on oxygen, they were giving him a liver function test, and then starting him on Remdesivir the next day, Thursday.  No one told me or Chuck about this drug or any of the side effects.  When I tried Googling about the drug, all I could find was the LIES Fauci wanted told about the drug!

Chuck was given Remdesivir for the next four days, then I was called on Monday, August 16th by a hospital advocate telling me Chuck was stable and they were moving him to an outpatient facility to finish his convalescence.  I complained to this lady that NO ONE ever answered the phone and unless my husband called me, I could NOT talk with him.  She gave me steps to go through the hospital switchboard, so I could circumvent the nurse’s station and go straight to Chuck’s room.  (WHY! had NO ONE told me this before now!)  I now could get to Chuck and talk with him.

He told me he was NOT getting any better.  He told me he had not eaten anything since he was in the hospital.  He told me attendants helped him to the bathroom sometimes, but mostly, it was just the bedpan.

Tuesday, August 17th, I talked with Chuck and he was very, very weak and had difficulty talking or even being understood over the oxygen.

Wednesday, August 18th, around 9 AM, the corrupt doctor called me and wanted permission to drug my husband to death.  Of course, he did NOT use those terms, but when I point blank stated, “What you are asking me for is permission to give my husband drugs to kill him?”  I asked the doctor why my husband was not given Ivermectin and Budesonide?  He told me they did not used those drugs there and asked me how I even knew about those drugs.  I told him that you can watch videos online of doctors using those drugs and bragging about not losing a single patient.  He reiterated they did not use them.  I told him he took an oath to do no harm.  He replied, “Yes, I did.”  Then, gave the phone to a nurse and refused to talk with me anymore.

Later, still on Wednesday, around noon, the nurse called me and said, “Your husband is dying today.  If you want to see him before he dies, you need to come here right now.”  Of course I immediately went to the hospital, but he was not where I had been told he was.  I was walked to a different floor and room.  The nurse put a gown and two masks on me and tried to get me vaccinated, which I refused!  She took me to my precious husband, who I had not been able to see the entire time he had been in the hospital.  But, once they had successfully assured his demise, and their murder payoff from the government, I was allowed to be with him.

They told me I could only stay 20 minutes.  The nurse tried to Brow Beat us into a ventilator, which both Chuck and I refused.  She kept telling us that if he refused the ventilator his heart would be stressed from not being able to breathe and he would have a heart attack and they would not revive him.  It did not matter what she tried, we refused the ventilator.

Chuck was orange and skin and bones.  These corrupt “caregivers?” had to know Chuck’s orange color was from renal failure, NOT COVID! and they had done this to him.  I was allowed to be with him for 40 minutes, then the nurse demanded that I leave.  I kissed my precious husband, and that was the last time I saw him.  Once again, while I was being ungowned and unmasked, the nurse tried to get me vaccinated.  I refused!

I stayed up all night praying for a miracle for my husband.  At around 1 AM on Thursday, August 19th, a nurse called to tell me they had just put Chuck on a ventilator.  He tried to tell me Chuck requested it, which I know is a LIE,  since the nurse had made notes in his medical records that we had refused the ventilator.  But, they would not have received their $45,000. kickback, if they did not get Chuck on the ventilator for their final death sentence!

Around 8 AM, on Thursday, August 19th, a different doctor called and asked me permission to kill Chuck with drugs.  She told me Chuck was now on the ventilator, and of course I did not want him to suffer, so let her use drugs to end his life.  I REFUSED!

The nurse came on the line and told me they would continue all life supporting measures.  She continued to call me throughout the day.  She asked if I wanted to come see him.  I asked if I could be with him.  She told me NO!  I could only watch through the little window in the door.

At 5:45 PM, the nurse called and told me Chuck was purple from his knees to his feet and both arms were purple from lack of oxygen.  She stated they could no longer get a pulse and he was only guppy breathing, whatever that is.  She stated he was in pain, which was getting worse as more organs failed due to lack of oxygen.  She asked my permission to switch from life support care to comfort care.  She explained what would happen next and I gave my permission for the switch.  She called me back a 6:35 PM and told me that Charles Malito had passed away at 6:25 PM on August 19th, 2021.

The final poke in the eye was when Chuck’s belongings were returned to me and his solid gold cross, which he always wore, and never removed, had gone missing from his stuff.   The gold chain was there, but the cross had been removed.

These corrupt doctors and administrators are just the Nazis that walked the patients to the death showers.  Yes, they have to pay, but I want Fauci, the drug companies, the government, the NIH, and the WHO, along with everyone else who is complacent in these murders.