My name is Debbie King and the love of my life, Frank W. King III (AKA – Powerking, PK, Dude, Diesel) and I had just celebrated our twenty-fifth wedding Anniversary on August 4, 2021. On that evening he mentioned that he wasn’t feeling too well, very tired and continued that way on August the fifth with a cough and fever.

On the evening of August the sixth, I woke up not feeling well myself and decided I should get Covid tested. The doctor told me to treat it as if it was Covid and said we both probably had it. On Monday, August ninth (3 days later), I finally received the positive PCR result.

On the morning of Wednesday, August the eleventh, Frank had very little energy to get out of bed. His oxygen level was in the seventies.  He was looking grayish, and I told him that I was driving him to the hospital or calling 911 (worst decision I ever made), thinking he needed a little oxygen and fluids.

I wanted to drive him to MUSC in Charleston, South Carolina (2.5 hours away), but I was so sick myself, and did not know if either of us would make it.  Instead I drove him to Hilton Head Hospital, South Carolina on August the eleventh where I dropped him off at the emergency room.  They would not let me enter, and continued to follow the FDA protocol with the multitude of drugs (31-plus, at times) resulting in him dying thirty-five days later.

This current protocol is federally funded so hospitals can maximize the monetary benefits, and they do not treat the entire Covid disease process. Covid is an immuno-thrombotic disease with three stages: (1) Viral, (2) Inflammatory, and (3) Thrombotic.  Hospitals were and still are being forced to use the NIH Protocols created by Dr. Francis Collins and Dr. Anthony Fauci.

My husband’s perfectly healthy body endured so much, he was isolated from myself and his loving children, malnourished losing over 32 pounds in those 35 days, neglected, mistreated, and had The Covid Protocol forced on him to his demise (Remdesivir, many other drugs and the ventilator).

On August the nineteenth at 10:30 P.M., I was asked over the phone if I agreed to have him place on the ventilator, and was told he would not survive without it and his lungs needed to rest.

Frank and I were never given the opportunity to speak to each other, FaceTime or see each other for me to ask him if that is what he would want. What resulted was him being intubated and a chest tube placed due to a collapsed lung.  On September the first, he had tracheotomy surgery, and on September the ninth, another surgery where they placed a PEG tube to receive nutrients.

On the morning of September 14, 2021, he was responsive and communicating with his nurse, all labs and vital signs looked to be normal.  At 7:30 A.M., the night nurse noticed his heart rate was up and his oxygen saturation levels were down and respiration up a little.  (Could he have been coughing up a mucus plug or was he still septic?)  The night nurse at 7:32 A.M., gave him Metoprolol, a beta blocker drug that decreases heart rate, along with blood pressure.

At 7:45 – 8:10 A.M., the day nurse noticed his blood pressure dropped to 70/49.  Then she called ICU doctor, but was given no new orders.  She was asked to monitor, but she left his room.  Why did she choose to leave Frank at that point?   She should have stayed, put the head of his bed down, opened IV fluids, called for help and reassured him everything was going to be okay.  He was a Full Code Status and neither of us ever signed a DNR.  When she returned to his room at 8:53 A.M., she found him unresponsive and pulseless and initiated a code.  The resuscitation team did not remove him from the ventilator to manually bag him to harmonize with CPR compressions.  This resulted in his death.

After the love of my life passed, the staff then allowed myself, our two grown children, my sister, and our pastor in for over 3 hours to visit his now deceased body.  Why could I be in there then, but not an hour before?

The protocols that were forced on my husband weakened his immune system, which caused barotrauma to his lungs requiring the need of a ventilator and chest tube.  He contracted bacterial sepsis, severe malnutrition, and multi-organ dysfunction.  All this time he was alone, isolated from his loved ones, and suffering, with no advocate for his health care.  Being on the vent lead to a complete overuse of medications that killed him – paralytics, antipsychotics, high dose narcotics, etc.  This continual set of protocols leads to end organ failure, one way or another.

My husband’s drug list from The Covid drug Protocols include the following:  Remdesivir, Xanax, Fentanyl, Propofol, Vecuronium (paralytic drug), Ziprasidone (antipsychotic used for schizophrenia, can cause a serious heart problems), Gabapentin, Dextromethorphan, Precedex (which causes respiratory failure, a sedative being used continuously), Cardene, Norepinephrine, Methylprednisolone, Respirdol (used for bi-polar disorder), Midodrine (constricts blood vessels to increase BP), Metoprolol, Insulin, and more.

Another Covid protocol that was forced on Frank to assist with respiratory distress included high dose/high flow oxygen with cannulas and masks, then progressing the use of the Bi-pap delivery of oxygen, and finally the ventilator.  The Bi-pap caused barotrauma that blew a hole in his right lung, leading him to be placed on the ventilator and having a chest tube placed in the middle of night.  All of this contributed to him becoming progressively worse and not treating him.

Denying patients’ access of family members as an advocate, to be held, touched, there for moral support, and decision-making especially when they have no voice is unacceptable and in-humane.  My Frank had no way to fight off his assailants.  Our federal government top officials, hospital directors, administrators, doctors, and nurses in this country need to be held accountable for this crime against my husband and millions of others around the world. These crimes against humanity should have never happened, and has caused massive distrust of our government, the medical professionals and big pharma.

I also requested an autopsy on him, so they could help others to know why he suddenly went into cardiac arrest. I was denied an autopsy to be done because he was a Covid patient.  Why would the medical community not want to know why Covid patients (who are recovering), are dying within minutes of being alert and coherent?

Frank experienced a horrifying death and I was unable to be with him.  Had I been given the opportunity to wear PPE and have access to my husband on the day he passed, I would have been able to advocate, insist on immediate intervention, and he would possibly still be with us.

We can never allow this to happen again where hospitalized patients have forced isolation, loose their Bill of Rights, are denied the ability to refuse or accept treatments based on informed consent, and denied the right to alternative treatments with medications that are off-label.  In this case, off-label medications could have been Ivermectin, Hydroxychloroquine and Monoclonal Antibodies (all which I had requested).  Patients and their loved ones need to feel safe and confident in their medical care.

This was the most horrific and traumatic experience that my children and I have ever been through.  It will soon be 21 months [since his passing], and our lives, our future, our world has been torn into a million pieces over the loss of this amazing faith filled, strong, funny, talented, positive, love of my life husband, father, son, brother, uncle, and good friend to so many!  Frank was my rock and he was mine as we built our home, life, children on the Rock of Jesus Christ (Matthew 7:24-26).

I miss my husband, ache and long for him daily, and many times wish this nightmare of pain and trauma would end.  I’m exhausted all the time and have difficulty foreseeing what God has in the future for me.  I am heartbroken and sad for all of us having to walk down this traumatic and lonely path.  I am asking of you in honor of my beloved Frank and the millions of others who have lost their lives that we do something about this criminal acts.

God, please help carry us all through this, people are still losing loved ones to the Protocols, so this has to stop.  God will prevail and justice for Frank W. King III (my dear husband, father to my wonderful children and love of my life) through his suffering did not leave this earth to be with Jesus in vain.

“As therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every hindrance and the sin that so easily ensnares use.  Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us.”  Hebrews 12:1

I will run with endurance as I fix my eyes on Jesus and go forward in faith, loving and helping others through this life until I am reunited in heaven with my love!

Denied patient rights, denied “Right to Refuse” protocols and denied “The Right to Choose” alternative treatments.

The prior day, he had been breathing with only 35% oxygen saturation….  I don’t understand why?

The hospital staff, administration, nurses and doctors only allowed me into see or visit him one time in 35 days.  This is ludicrous and in-humane in so many ways.

Do they not think that him having the love of his life by his side, cheering him on and understanding what the medical staff was doing daily would have helped him?

Why, once we were both “supposedly C-free,” could I not go sit with him, pray with him, sing to him, hold hand, comfort him and assist the nurses with daily care for him?

How would you feel if it was your loved one that was fighting for his or her life and you could not visit them?

The staff was allowed to go out and about each day and then return to the hospital daily to care for my husband and others; how is this any different?  Why was my husband only allowed to have Remdesivir and not Monoclonal antibodies or Ivermectin, as I requested and inquired about (several times)?

Did they explain the deadly side effects of Remdesivir to my husband or to myself?  No!

Did they give us the “Right to Choose” Drug of Choice?  No!

Why was he given anti-psychotic drugs and a long list of sedatives?

Did these drugs create more mucus, making his lungs become stiff?

I pray all of them will learn from their mistakes and start allowing loved ones to be with the critically ill and allow drugs of choice to patients and family.  This has to stop!

My husband and father to my two (2) beautiful children – Frank W. King III, was admitted on August 11, 2021, and went to be with Jesus on September 14, 2021, (one day before our son’s twenty-first birthday) and endured thirty-five long, torturous days.

Our lives, our future, our world has been torn into a million pieces over the loss of this amazing, faith filled, strong, funny talented, positive, love-of-my-life husband, father, son, brother, uncle and good friend to so many!

Time passes on, but there is not one second, minute, day that goes by that I do not miss or think of my beloved love-of-my-life, my rock and my “Person” I wanted to grow old with, “MY PK!

The day My Frank went to be with Jesus is not just a date on the calendar to honor and remember him, but the date my existence on this earth changed forever, as now I have lost my soul mate!

Who will be held accountable for my husband’s untimely death?