Around the first of August, my husband began to not feel good and within a few days he could no longer work. He worked at Universal Studios as a fun job after retirement. While he was unvaccinated, I believe he came in contact with many vaccinated and was shed on. We called his primary MD who prescribed Prednisone and a Zpack. He finished that and was no better and was now having trouble breathing.

His primary doctor said that there was nothing more he could do and to go the ER. My husband, through me, was aware that Remdesivir was killing people and that it was a failed Ebola trail drug. He refused to go to the ER because he said they would kill him. On August 14, 2021 his O2 Sats were very low at 58% and could no longer support him staying home and knew he needed oxygen. I had tried desperately to get oxygen to no avail. I was very sick too and have stage 5 kidney disease. I talked him into letting me call an ambulance after we wrote a letter stating he refused Remdesivir. I called an ambulance for both of us, so we wouldn’t get split up.

They immediately put him on a Bipap and his sats came up to 98%. The ER accepted his letter, the ICU accepted it and it was well documented in his progress notes that he refused it. The next day a nurse practitioner called and very gleefully told me he had accepted the full Covid protocol and the Remdesivir. I told her she was a liar and he better not get it. She was sorry to say he had already received it. Later that day, he was ventilated. I was notified after the fact. The next day he was put on dialysis. Everyday brought tragedy after that. The ventilator was turned to high and both his lungs collapsed, requiring chest tubes.  All the meds had caused horrendous side effects.

An Asian nurse called me on August 22 around 9pm saying they were having trouble keeping his blood pressure up with the drips he was on and did I want him coded if his heart stops. I felt like they had already killed him with all the damage they had caused and decided to let God be in charge of that decision. The nurse called me back at 9:35pm and said he had just passed away. It is my belief, he shut the drips off. I took my beautiful husband of 49 years to the hospital to be helped and I never saw or spoke to him again, dead or alive. There must be a way to hold someone accountable for this horrendous act of murder.