We were married for thirty years.  We were foster parents for at-risk teens, and then we had a boy’s home.  Tommy was a fun-loving, happy go-luck guy.  He would talk to anyone.  He loved volunteering for the local Search and Rescue.  He was a wonderful man.

Tommy has been serving on jury duty, and he became sick.  He was convinced that he needed to go to the hospital.  I didn’t him to go to the hospital.  I didn’t want him to die alone. I pleaded to him to not go, but he wasn’t able to breathe.

He drove himself to the college which was a temporary hospital set-up, because I had just had open-heart surgery and I was unable to drive.  They were upset with him because he had never received the vax.  He stayed there until they transferred him to El Centro Regional Medical Center.

On Sunday, I received a call from Tommy saying they wanted to put him on the vent.  I begged him not to get vented.  We were able to FaceTime, and I could see he was having problems breathing.  I tried calling him, but he was not able to talk.  Later on, I tried calling but they wouldn’t answer the phone to set up the FaceTime for Tommy and me to talk.

I never spoke with the doctor.  Then they wanted me to sign a DNR, but i said, “No!  He’s got siblings and a daughter.  I won’t make that decision without talking to them.”  I asked what the they at the hospital were doing to help my husband.  Finally, the doctor spoke to me, but I didn’t understand what he was saying.  All I said was, “Let me go and see him.”  The doctor responded, “No, mam, we can’t do that.  It’s not protocol.”

Tommy was in ICU, and they rarely answered the phone.  When I did talk to someone, I would ask, “Can you let me talk to him?”  They answered, “Well, he can’t talk to you.”  I replied, “I know that.  Just let him hear my voice.”  When they allowed me to “talk to him,” I would talk for at least two hours to him.  They would set up the phone by his ear.

On the 4th day, the doctor wanted me to come in to sign papers, but still, he wouldn’t allow me to see Tommy.  In the meantime, he developed blood clots.  I kept asking him to get him off the vent.  They mentioned the fact that he was unvaxxed, and I said, “What does the vax have to do with anything?  Screw the vaccines.”

Finally, I was able to visit him, and they had him upside down.  I said, “What are you doing to him?”  A couple of days later, he was so swollen – about twice the size of his normal self.  The staff said, “It’s the medicine we’re giving him.”

At one point before they let me to see him, I tried to get in and they called security on me.  No one was talking to him or helping him.  12-15-20, at 7:19 a.m., the stupid a** doctor called to tell me that he had died.  I didn’t sign any DNR papers, but they didn’t attempt to help him either.  They let him die.  They didn’t have to answer to anyone, so they did what they wanted.  To them, I was a trouble maker because I was asking questions.

The effect of his death is terrible.  He was a father, grandfather and great-grandfather.  He was supposed to be my partner to the end.

They killed my husband.  They murdered my husband regardless of whether he had the vax or not.  He was a 55-year old healthy man.  I want justice.  Someone needs to pay for this and their stupid a** protocols.