Marty had been battling a sinus infection for a couple of weeks that was not improving.   It then developed into pnuemonia, and an acquaintance called 911 (without asking either of us), and he was taken to St. Patrick’s hospital in Missoula.  Before he left, I quickly wrote him a Personal Directive that stated, “No Remdesivir,” and “No Ventilator,” which he signed and took with him to the hospital.

He was admitted on October 30, 2021, and diagnosed with pnuemonia.  They immediately put him on oxygen.   Oddly enough, even though they diagnosed him with pnuemonia, they would not give him antibiotics, and when I would question the doctors, they would say, “We’re keeping an eye on it.”

He was  having a hard time breathing, but was not in serious respiratory distress by any means.   The doctors were not good about keeping in touch and letting me know what was going on.   I asked them to give him Ivermectin –  “Not our protocol,” was the response.   “Well,” I requested, “how about Vitamin C, Vitamin D, and Zinc then?”   Nope.

I was not allowed to see Marty while he was in the hospital, so I had no way of knowing how he was really doing.   It was very frustrating.   A nurse called me at 4:30 a.m. on November 9, and told me that they were going to intubate him and put him on a ventilator.   There was nothing I could do, as they had apparently convinced him that was the way to go.   I think they told him, “Just let us do this, let the machine breathe for you, your body will heal, and you’ll come out the other end just fine.”   Sadly, he believed them.   I knew better, and had I not been having the battle of my life with COVID myself at the time, I would have gotten a Court Order and gotten him out of there. For the record, when I got sick, I went to my Naturopath and he gave me Ivermectin, Colloidal Silver for my nebulizer (also used Hydrogen Peroxide in the nebulizer), Azithromycin, told me to take Vitamin C and Zinc, as well as Vitamin D3.

I knew better than to go to the hospital, as 2 members of our Stand Together for Freedom group had already been murdered by hospital protocol.   Marty didn’t want to take Ivermectin, because he was following the mainstream media propaganda, and I couldn’t convince him otherwise.

The hospital finally started to administer antibiotics the morning before he died, but of course it was too late, and they knew it.   His hospital records also revealed that they overdosed him on Fentanyl and Propofol – they administered Narcan in attempt to reverse the harm they had inflicted on him, but it failed and he died around 8:00 p.m. on November 13, 2021.

Marty and I found each other late in life, and had only been married for 11 months when he died.  It is a bitter pill to swallow, knowing they murdered my husband, and because of the immunity granted by the corrupt government, there’s nothing I can do about it.