My husband began feeling sick on Friday and didn’t join me in having dinner with our daughter and grandkids. By monday he had tested positive and contacted his doctor’s office who told him to schedule monoclonal antibodies treatment. The doctor did not offer any other treatment. When contacted, one of the only places offering the monoclonal antibodies told my husband he would have to wait until he had been sick closer to ten days because so many people needed the treatment who were closer to their ten day window. My husband sat and got sicker for another week.

I tested positive the Friday after he tested positive and he sat for a week with no treatment and got sicker. I had some Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine but was trying to split it between us both, so he didn’t get enough to help. I ordered a pulse oximeter and on the weekend before he was supposed to get his monoclonal antibodies his oxygen level was in the low 80’s. A friend brought an oxygen tank and he was using it and doing ok, but on the trip from our house to get his treatment his level dropped to 78 and they wouldn’t let him have his treatment. I was furious that they had made him wait and and now he was too sick. They did however suggest he go right to the ER where we would have waited for 8 to ten hours, so we went home.

We called his doctor’s office when we got home and the assistant said we needed to call 911 and get him to a hospital immediately because he could have a stroke or heart attack with such a low level. The paramedics came and said his o2 level was actually ok since he was back on the oxygen and that they could transport him or we could drive him if he wanted to go, but it was up to us. By this point he was pretty scared and opted to go to a private ER near us that was pretty fast. I dropped him off because they would not let me come in with COVID. I went to see a doctor in town who had been prescribing Ivermectin, but they had shut him down so all he could do was give me Oregano oil which he strongly suggested I get into him as soon as possible.

While I was at the office my husband contacted me and told me they were transferring him to the hospital near us.  After he was transferred I spoke to the doctor who was treating him who said I could come visit him  the next morning. I saw the doctor and spoke with him and was on my way to see my husband. I was waving to him and blowing kisses out side of his door when the staff threw a fit that I was there. The doctor apparently didn’t know I had COVID but made me leave when he found out.

Later that day they transferred my husband to the COVID unit at the Downtown Lovelace Hospital. I was told a family member could stay with him, but since I had COVID, his brother spent  a lot of time with him in the hospital. I was very sick by this time and tried to keep in touch with my husband by text but couldn’t talk to him because they had started him on a bi pap machine. He sent a list of the drugs the doc wanted to give him and Remdesivir was on the list. I told him that was on the protocol and to have the doctor call me because I didn’t want him to have the remdesivir. The doctor called and I told her I wanted the MATH protocol from FLCCC. She said that was not their protocol and they would not be doing that, they would use the protocol that they had been using for the last year. I said no remdesivir  but they ignored me. I believe he had already received it by then.

A few days later I sent over the remaining Ivermectin and the oregano oil with his brother and told my husband to use it, but he said by that time he could not take anything by mouth even water. He seemed to be improving and they were talking about moving him out of the COVID unit, they were just waiting for a bed, but overnight he took a turn for the worse and they put a hold on moving him. I believe this is when the Remdesevir kicked in. Every night I would call his nurse to get an update and every night I seemed to get a different story, although they always seemed to be positive until the day I got a call from a nurse saying he couldn’t breathe and they needed to intubate him. I had about a minute to talk to him, apologize to him and tell him how much I loved him. He said it wasn’t my fault and that he loved me and then they intubated him.

2 days later it was the day before my quarantine ended and I was finally going to be able to be with him. A doctor called and said they needed to prep him for dialysis because his kidneys were failing. I had to give the ok. That night I called his nurse who said he was having his best night ever and all his levels were good, but I had a terrible feeling. When I arrived in the morning, he was hardly recognizable. He was swollen and his head looked twice it’s normal size. There were bags of fluid above and under his eyes, and a huge gash in his neck where they had prepared him for dialysis. I knew he was probably already gone and was just being kept alive.

His kidney doctor came in and told me he was now too unstable for dialysis, and he was suffering so it was probably better to let him go. His nurse informed me he had suffered three heart attacks over night. He then told me that I needed to become an evangelist for the vaccine because this is what happened to people who didn’t get the shot. I was numb, and still very sick, and felt like I was in a dream. I called all the family to say their goodbyes,  played worship music for him and whispered in his ear all the things I wanted to tell him. The nursing staff cleaned him up and got him ready, then removed his breathing tube. About 20 minutes later he was gone.