My husband and I both came down with Covid but he had a couple days head start. He was much worse than I was. We tried to do what we could at home but by the 25th his oxygen had dropped so we decided to go to the ER thinking nothing of it. I dropped him off at the door and told him I loved him.

He was eventually admitted to the Covid floor and then after a couple days transferred to ICU because he had to be put on the bipap mask. When he was on the Covid floor I called and the nurse said they were starting him on remdesivir and I said absolutely not. He was referred to as an unvaccinated obese male on the start of every report. Yes he was big but why?

I didn’t know too much about it but I knew from what I had heard that it was not good. The nurse told me it was his decision and that was that. I asked if they could give him ivermectin, hydroxychloroquine and the monoclonal antibody and she said that is not their protocol.

My husband was my purpose. He was my life. They took away my balance. He was a happy man, hard working, loved our Lord and savior, always joking.

That last day as I stood out side his room with my gown, my mask, my gloves and my goggles I watched as a group of nurses were preparing to go in another patients room to vent him when one nurse held her hand high in the air with all 5 fingers extended and said “number 5, this is number 5 this morning.”  My body was so numb that all I could do was stand there in disbelief. My husband was one of those fingers she held so high.

Every part of me aches for my husband to be here. I miss him terribly and want justice for him.