We had sold our home and put everything in storage and a rental. Then we left Florida to fly to Colorado for our daughter Jodi’s wedding on July 22. We had a great time and visited with all three of the girls and our grands and great grand.

Afterwards we returned home and began working on our new home site. We went into to town to pick up our land survey and visit friends.

John came down sick a few days later and got progressively sick at home. We were giving him natural medicine and cold medicine but knew nothing at that time about Ivermectin etc..

His oxygen levels were getting in the low 80s and he was wheezing after one week of being sick. I was scared and he agreed to go to the ER if he wasn’t breathing better on Friday morning. We went to the Lake City VA hospital Emergency room at dawn.

It was down hill from the moment we got there. The ER was closed and we stood outside a side door waiting for someone to come to the door. There was a Sheriffs car parked nearby.

A male nurse came to the door and took John in but would not let me in. I just stood outside on the pavement wondering as I watched him walk away. The emergency room didn’t look right, nothing was right.

After a bit an unofficial man with a back pack on walked up and said he wasn’t supposed to but he would let me in the building near where the old waiting room (from previous visits) was. He nodded to the Sheriff that he was taking care of it and I went in and sat.

I waited watching as staff and others began to populate the building. Eventually, I bought coffee. I was asked by the the Sheriff to put my mask on when I was drinking my coffee.

Finally, I went up to the newly arrived staff at the ER desk to ask about John and was told he wasn’t there. I mentioned that I had been waiting since about 6am (it’s now about 9) and that I knew that he was there.

Oh yes she said he is. I prodded her for further information about his whereabouts and condition and she told me to wait. A few minutes later two male nursed in red garb came out and told me that John had Covid 19. That I probably did also and must leave the building immediately.

I never saw my sweet husband again. I did get to text him a few times. The chaplains set up a facetime once after he was transferred.

His girls and I got to conference in and talk to him after he was ventilated. But who knows if they even had the phone by his ear. The doctors gaslighted and the staff ran us out of the hospital twice when we snuck up to his floor in Gainesville.

I tried to get him IV C and Budesonide. They asked me how to spell that medication. God only knows what they did to him.

He died at 10:30 am and I still cannot believe he is gone. I am so very sorry that I took him to that emergency room.