My dad was one of the most giving, big hearted, selfless men you could ever meet. It’s heartbreaking to know that he died, suffering in a hospital alone. I was in Florida at the time my dad became deathly sick.

It never dawned on me that he took the vaccine because I made him promise me he never would. A few days prior to getting the first injection, he took a picture of all of the vitamins he had been taking and noted how proud he was for not getting sick.

On the day before his injection, he saw his pulmonary doctor for a routine visit who gave him a clean bill of health. His lungs were clear and he didn’t have any cold symptoms. He felt “good” and had no complaints… within days of receiving the first Moderna vaccine he developed severe upper respiratory infection.

He had a bad cough and a lot of phlegm and was struggling to breathe. My youngest brother took him to two local hospitals on two separate occasions, but he was sent home because his oxygen was in the 90s. They gave him no medication and offered no advice.

My other brother Mike was told to check his pulse ox and if it fell into the 70s to get him to the ER. He had a friend who was affiliated with White Plains Hospital so he took him there. He was admitted into a regular room and given antibiotics and steroids. He was very weak (he even fell and was embarrassed) so the hospital staff decided to transfer him to the ICU where they could keep a better eye on him.

I was his healthcare proxy and informed the ICU doctor that his current condition was a result of the vaccine.  He said that’s “impossible” and too bad my dad didn’t have time to get the 2nd shot.  I begged the doctor to please give him Ivermectin, intravenous vitamin C and zinc.

The doctor called Ivermectin a “voodoo drug” and said there’s never been proof that Vitamin C and Zinc would work, so he wasn’t given any of them.  As soon as he entered the ICU they brought up Remdesivir.  The doctors were informed that the drug was contraindicated because of his low kidney function but they administered it anyway.

He went from being able to take the oxygen mask off when he pleased (nasal cannula) to being forced to wear the tight one around his face 24hrs at a time.  He complained about having “dry mouth” and hated wearing that mask. He kept taking it off and begging for water but they only gave him ice chips for fear he would “drown in his own fluids” if given water to drink.  There was a time when they called me at 3am and said they didn’t think he was going to make it and encouraged a DNR.

It turned out that they gave him an anti anxiety med because he was complaining and it lowered his heart rate. I tried getting him transferred to Greenwich Hospital to receive hyperbaric oxygen therapy but it was too late.

The ICU doctor called me and asked why I was trying to transfer him and said he was too sick. Once he was transferred to ICU, he declined rapidly.  He was so miserable that he was begging the nurses to put him to sleep.

They ended up putting him on a ventilator and pierced his Lung in the process. The medical records indicate that he appeared to have experienced a stroke as a result of having his lung pierced. They vented him and by the next day his kidneys were shutting down.

Then they asked if we wanted him to receive dialysis but we refused. My dad wouldn’t have wanted to live like that and his kidneys were already functioning at 40%. Not long after, his organs started shutting down and we knew he wasn’t going to make it.

April 15th makes 2 years since our lives were forever changed. A piece of me died that day. He should still be here enjoying life! Our family deserves justice! All families deserve justice!!