This is my Mom’s Story with Covid-19,
Around April 12th, 2021, My mom was tested for Covid-19 after being exposed at Eagles club in Republic Washington. She had no symptoms and was pressured to get tested. According to the PCR test, she was positive. She was told to go home and Isolate. I was notified by my mother that she had tested positive, so I and my husband self-isolated because we had been in close contact with my mom. We had moved to Republic to be near my mom the year before after my stepdad died from a hospital acquired infection the year before. My mom was scared to death of doctors and hospitals after his death. During the initial few days, I would check on her status of her vitals, you see I was a EMT and had gone to Nursing school. I had/have some medical knowledge.
Two days of isolation she began running a low-grade fever, and on April 17th when I checked in with her, her fever was 103.5 and had been up all night with diarrhea. I was very concerned she needed IV fluids. I begged her to go into the Republic Ferry County Public Hospital, and only after the hospital agreeing to let me in with her, she then agreed to go. For a hospital that was getting all sorts of Covid money. I was shocked at the Covid hospital room they put us in, NO gloves in the room and not very clean. The nursing staff stayed out of the room for the most part, I was the one turning the alarm on the IV pump off every few minutes because they avoided her room for the most part. She was put on a nasal canula, and the fluids were helping her. However, they wanted to ship her to Spokane. She was not going to be sent off and insisted that I take care of her at home. We were discharged and sent home.
I had an agreement with attending physician DR. Artzis that I would call in her vitals twice a day. He had an Oxygen concentrator delivered to the house. I took care of her for a couple of days. On day 3, I was very concerned her fluids were low and her diarrhea had come back. My mom was terrified to go back to the hospital, but I knew she needed fluids desperately. I called DR. Artzis and gave him her vitals. I informed him that she would only go if I could go with her. He promised us he would make it happen. The ambulance was called, and I put together a bag for her, my husband and I met at the hospital. We were not allowed in this time. Life Flight was called in for her. They got her on the Life Flight and off she went. I then was informed after she was loaded and in the air that she was instead going to Wenatchee Central Washington Valley Hospital Confluence, and I couldn’t be with her. This was devastating and betrayed both my mom and I.
Regardless, my husband and I headed to Wenatchee to be near to her. We got a room for a few days and when it became apparent, we were not going to be able to see her we made a care package for her and got her a huge soft Teddy Bear, that I put my love in for her to hold while she was there. It was the best I could do. Weeks went by with her on high-flow oxygen, being given the Covid-19 protocol of the cocktail with remdesivir. My mom was moved from the Covid floor to a regular floor because she was no longer infected with Covid. They did not get her up and walk her, make her work her lungs, which were being scarred from the maximum high-flow oxygen continuously for weeks. She would message me how the Doctors would come in daily and tell her she wasn’t going to make it; she hated the negative attitude she got constantly from the providers. I would speak to them for updates almost daily. They had planned on moving her to a long-term care center because she couldn’t get her lungs moving air and her lungs had become like cement.
A CT scan was done and there appeared to be some random air bubbles in her sternum, the only thing I could deduct from this, was she had hurt her ribs about 6 weeks prior to the Covid-19 positive test. I can only deduct that in that injury she must have had a hairline cut from her injured ribs into the lungs and the air escaped into her mediastinum. This is only a guess, but plausible. My mom had a history of a bleed in her lungs a couple years prior, she also had Factor 5 Leiden, and was both a bleeder and had potential risk of thrombosis with the Factor 5 Leiden. It would seem to me that Remdesivir would be a contradiction due to the fact it causes multiple organ failure and pulmonary embolism.
Every day I cried knowing she was all alone, and I feel/felt like I had let her down because we were promised I could be by her side. I received messages from her that the providers were negative and only made her loose hope daily, she did not want their negativity. You see my mom was a fighter, my mom was 77 and could run circles around me. She was fighting for her life. They desperately wanted to put her on the ventilator, but she knew that would be it and refused. The day before she was Life Flighted, she had made me Durable Power of Attorney. I never had to use it because she was able to make rational decisions for herself, and I would respect that to the end. I had heard about the monoclonal antibodies from my cousin a RN in CA and had reached out to DR. Artzis to find out if we could get her some, I was ready and willing to give my own blood to save my mom.
Well, unfortunately the hospital she was at did not offer it. They only would give her the Covid-19 cocktail. I can understand that Hydroxychloroquine would have been contradictive due to her bleeding disorder, but Ivermectin would have saved her life and not been an issue. On Saturday May 8th, 2021, I got a call from the hospital, and they had changed their visitor policy and were allowing 1 designated person in to see their patients. I felt like I won the lottery that morning, finally I could hold her hand and kiss my beautiful mom. I rushed the three-hour drive with nothing but my mom’s bag I had initially packed. I would spend the next 3 ½ days by her side 12 hours a day. I wouldn’t have left at all, but they made me. My mom would do great while I was there, then she would decline at night.
I couldn’t understand why they were not getting her up and exercising her lungs. This went against everything I knew about Pneumonia. Every day the providers would come in sometimes 2-3 times a day to tell her she was in bad shape, as if she didn’t know. She would tell them she didn’t want to hear any negative, so I would escort them to the hall where they would tell me that she wasn’t going to make it and eventually she would just get tired of fighting and would surrender to death, and palliative care provider needed to talk to her. On may 11th I had asked my mom to just talk to the palliative care doctor, she finally agreed.
The conversation was defeating to my mom, she was asked what they could do to make her comfortable and when she wanted to take off the oxygen. Initially she said 5 more days before removing the oxygen. About an hour later after talking to palliative care Dr. she looked at me and told me how she wanted to go. She wanted me to read the Psalms I had been reading with her every day I was there, hold her hand, and sing to her. I was confused because she had said 5 more days, and now she was planning to go. I think she felt bad for me seeing her like this. I don’t really know why she didn’t wait the 5 days. She asked me to inform the nursing staff after respiratory care had come in.
The next several hours I will never forget. I had watched many people die in my EMS, and nursing career. I had seen agonal breathing many times before but, this was different, this was my beloved mother. The nurse came in and gave her the morphine and Ativan turned down her oxygen and I watched my mom gasp for air for what felt like an eternity.
There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t question myself for letting her go, for having faith in what a noble and trusted profession was once only to relies that saving lives and oaths taken to do no harm had been thrown out the window for the greedy bonus’ that came with Covid-19 diagnosis, Covid hospitalizations, Covid Ventilators, and finally Covid deaths. The more I have learned of the lies of Fauci, Gain of function, the conflict of interest of the CDC, NIH, and our government, and the deadly Covid cocktail of death. The more I am and will fight for accountability for the death of my beautiful mother Molly.
I will not rest until justice is served. My mom’s death certificate reads Death from Covid-19 Pneumonia and pulmonary embolism. Funny how the protocol of the deadly Remdesivir is known to cause just that, pulmonary embolism.
This has become my life telling the truth about what is happening. I pray for all who have been hurt by these crimes against humanity.