My husband, Frank, first became ill on October 29, 2021.  He ran a low grade fever and was very nauseous.  On November 4 he had a telemedicine appointment with his family doctor.  There was never any mention of Covid at all.  On November 5, the family doctor ordered a urinalysis and a chest x-ray. My husband was becoming short of breath by then…but no congestion.

The urinalysis and the chest x-ray were both normal.  On November 8, blood work was ordered.  The doctor said that it showed an abnormality, and he seemed to not know what it was.  He prescribed doxycycline.  At 1:00 a.m. on November 10 I called 911 because he could barely breathe…I later found out that his oxygen level was 60 at that time.

I was allowed to be with him in the ER. The ER doctor was very rude…mean actually…when he found out that we had not been vaccinated.  They put him on oxygen in the ER and his level went up to 90.  We were left in the ER until 6:00 p.m. that same day.

They asked if he wanted to go on a vent.  We said no.  So they said he was DNR.  That didn’t make any sense to me so I questioned it.  But all I got was a very confusing answer and they put DNR on his wrist band. That was the last time that I saw my husband.  They wouldn’t let me in even to wave to him through the glass because I had been exposed to Covid.  Our daughter was able to see him through the glass.

One day soon after he was admitted, the nurse told me that he had been able to be without oxygen for 4 hours.  I said, “That’s wonderful, isn’t it?”  She said, “Yes! and unusual”.  By the next day she told me that he couldn’t be fed or given water because he couldn’t tolerate being without the oxygen.  I think they kept trying to give him some sort of sedative because they kept telling me how agitated he was…he kept trying to pull the oxygen mask off…that horrible forced air mask.

By November 16 he was in terrible shape.  I spoke with a doctor (I have no idea who he was…I suspect he was a hospitalist).  He told me that since we didn’t want him to go on a vent, there was nothing more that they could do….that his lungs were basically non functioning.  He said even if he was put on a vent, he would never come off and that would be his life for possibly years.

So he convinced us, basically, to euthanize him.  Hospice had been called.  They allowed our daughter, my sister, and me to be with him.  He was in very bad shape…constantly struggling with that horrible oxygen mask…extremely agitated.  I couldn’t stand for him to be suffering so.  I actually felt peace when I knew he was safely in Heaven in the arms of Jesus.

Through all of Covid I had been listening to all of the evil that surrounded it and I had listened to the doctors who were fighting all of the protocols.  I had a little knowledge of what to do to survive Covid.  But when his family doctor never mentioned that it could be Covid, much less mention any treatments for it, I also never dreamed that he had Covid.  I am heart broken that I was so consumed by fear, that I felt paralyzed, unable to fight.

I pray to God that this evil that has been done to thousands upon thousands of people will be stopped.