My father was admitted into Clovis Community Hospital on 12/26/22, at approximately 5a.m.  Oxygen levels were low, he had been battling Covid . He also had COPD.

The main events that take place are accurate but not detailed.

Admitted on December 26th, 2022, he was mistreated, denied and neglected for the first 20 hours of his stay.  We were denied information and access to him, and police were called to remove us from property, but my sister and I along with my husband and friends fought.  We prevailed and we were able to see him.

During the time he was isolated he was given no food, 1 cup of water, no meds, no breathing treatments, no antibiotics.  He also was denied help or access to the restroom and as a result, after asking numerous times, he urinated on himself and had to remain in it for hours.  Also hours later, they were transporting him to x-Ray and he informed them he was in desperate need to use the bathroom, and he needed to make a bowel movement.  They said to go ahead use your bed.  His body failed him and he was forced to defecate on himself.  But, one thing they managed to do was give him Remdeivir.  My step mom specifically told the doctor very early on after arriving at hospital NO REMDEIVIR OR VENT and they still administered it to him.

The nightmare continued the next 3 days mostly with the hospital administration.

Police called on me once again wanting me to be removed from my father’s bed side.  Denied an advocate to represent my father despite him having eight (8) strokes.  We had to battle the forces of evil all four (4) days he was there.  Too much to say.  From that time forward, I can just say a nightmare.  My father, Thomas Joe Suggs, lost his battle to covid protocol four (4) days later on December 30, 2022.

As I understand that thousands of families have been victims to this mass genocide and agenda, my heart, mind and spirit are truly sickened.  This present evil is so real, and we must fight against it.

This is just a glimpse of my story.

Thomas Joe Suggs was a Godly man full of love for the sick, homeless and lost.  He served Veterans’ Hospital in Fresno, California for 35 years volunteering his time, visiting the men that were suffering from illness, showing them the love of God, and assuring them they still mattered.  He loved God, family and country.

Thank you fir allowing me to have a platform to share my heart break and my story.

May the Lord bless and keep all that have had a similar experience.