My husband told me he was in contact with someone at work that tested positive for COVID on 9/15/21.  He was feeling achy and got tested on 9/17/21, got positive results on 9/18/21.  They told him to go home and take Tylenol and Tylenol PM.

He was very tired and no energy no appetite, had a cough.   On 9/21/21, he felt better, got showered, dressed, worked in his office, walked around the yard and sat out on deck with me.

My daughter called to see how he was feeling, I told him, and said she wants to see you. He smiled, and I took a picture of him and sent it to her.  He was smiling and she said, “See Mom, I told you he would be ok.”  I was so frightened and worried about COVID.

The next day, he wasn’t feeling great.  I asked if he wanted to go to hospital and he said, “No. I’ll be okay.”  I kept giving him the Tylenol and trying to get him to eat and drink water and fluids.

On September 23, 2021, he got up early, and drove himself to urgent care before I woke up.  He called me to tell me he went to urgent care, and that they took him by ambulance to the hospital where they were running tests.

They admitted him, and the nurse told me he had full COVID and pneumonia, and he would be there for  2 weeks.  I wasn’t allowed to visit him.  He was not vaccinated…

Everyday, I talked to nurses 2-3 times a day.  They were not feeding him, only giving him ice chips. I was able to talk with him.  I don’t know what exactly happened, but he was doing well.  Then they told me on 9/26/21, that he agreed to be put on the ventilator.  He said he couldn’t live like that anymore.  We told each other “I LOVE YOU,” and I believed he was going to get better.

I called and asked the nurses to put the phone next to his ear so I could talk to him for hours every day.  They sedated him, so I don’t even know if he heard me for the next 5 days.  They sad he was doing well, and then they told me his prognosis did not look good.  He had tears in his lungs..

That picture I took of him on our deck was the last picture I have of him.   My stepson was his health care proxy, so I really don’t know all the details, other than my husband died in their care on 10/1/2021 – eight days of being in their care.   I’ve been haunted by this, and feel he died unnecessarily.

It is my prayer that I will see him again in the afterlife..   I’m so heartbroken.  He is the love of my life – married for 25 years…  He took such good care of himself, and of all of us.  Even our PCP, Dr. George Feltin,  was shocked to hear Frank died…   Dr. A. Feltin has been seeing me for grief therapy, and has Frank’s medical records that he reviewed with me.  I have just requested a copy for myself.

Thank you in advance for your help and support to all of us that lost our loved ones.