“Even if you had found out about Remdesiver and intubation earlier, you may not have been able to intervene. Others on FR battled to halt Remdeservir and intubation of their loved ones but were ignored and denied by the hospital, and for their efforts, some weren’t allowed to see the patient at all.”
Just wow! I’ve had so many kind and thoughtful responses, so for brevity I will respond to MOD, “Rannie”. What a great group of folks here!
I contracted Covid and within three days my wife got it. It hit me hard and her even harder as her immune system was compromised due to relatively recent cancer chemotherapy.
I went downhill fast and got so effing sick I pretty much didn’t give a hoot about anything which resulted with me not recognizing how bad off my wife was.
I was starving for oxygen and could barely make it up the steps to bed. But the hard-headed Welshman in me insisted I could shake this as well as my wife.
I woke late one morning and sensed something was “off”. As soon as I collapsed into a chair that morning, I got a phone call. My wife had called the squad and got herself to the hospital at 4AM. I had no idea that happened I was so out of it. At the end of the call, she told me get my ass into the hospital as I sounded like hell.
Those were the last words I ever heard her speak. Quite haunting.
I stayed at home...bullheaded...and got reports about my wife’s situation from my dear sister. Things sounded positive.
I remained at home for another five days by myself just struggling to do basic things short of breath and weak. The hospital bastards were famous for calling me at around 2AM asking and suggesting if it’s OK to do X and Y with respect to treatment...2/3 asleep and sicker than a dead goat. “Do what you have to do.” Now then...on one of those calls I vaguely recall hearing “remdesiver”. I signed off not knowing, however I had just gotten up to 1/2 speed about two weeks prior that that stuff might not be good.
At the end of the week when I was home alone, my sister came to my door pounding on it and ringing the doorbell with authority. I finally opened the door. She was aghast at how I looked saying I looked as if I had just stepped out of a POW camp. Yeah...guess I did as I later found out I dropped 30# in a wee over three weeks.
My sister dragged my sorry (now skinny) butt to the hospital ER. Scans showed both lungs nearly full of blood clots, and the ER doc was astounde⁷d I could sit up on the table and displaying the O2 levels on the readout.
I was in for 50 hours with heparin and steroids to combat the clots and inflamation respectively. In the meantime, my wife was in ICU two floors down. Couldn’t see her. Rules you know...
Upon release, I went down to visit. Despite the positive reports I was getting, somtimes you really need to put “eyes on”. Yikes! Intubation and in a slight coma with crappy O2 levels. Sometimes you “just know”. Upon my first sight of her, I just had the feeling this is not going to end well.
My wife lasted another two and a half weeks in this condition...no recognition of me, her daughter and no tactile communication whatsoever.
Visiting time allowed me to read a lot, and I got up to speed on remdesevir. That stuff attacks organs especially the kidneys. Hmmm...she had blood showing up in her catheter, and the staff was a bit confused about the cause.
Yeah...sure. Those noobs full well knew the cause of that. I asked two times if she had been given the R, and I didnt get any in-person response. Research on the database confirmed remdesevir.
Anyway...I watched her decline over the days to the point where a life decision needed to be made. There are other factors involved such as life quality if she miraculously recovered, but we knew that was a non-starter.
So the “end drugs” were admnistered, and we watched her take her last breath.
My wife had Covid, but she did not die from it. She died from the dammed the ghoulish healthcare (healthcare my butt) protocols and government monetary incentives. It took me a long time to get my brain around that...the sweetest, unselfish, cheeriest and most beautiful gal sacrificed to demons and dollars. Oh how I like to spend five minutes in a locked closet with that little pompous twit Fauci!!!
The brainiest folks are here on this forum, so invites go out to get your grey matter around this concrete fact: I got $9,000 from FEMA because my wife’s cause of death was officially listed as Covid. What’s up with that?
I went really long here, but JR has a lot of bandwidth. Haven’t contributed much in the last couple of years. Maybe my experience will help some of you.
Thanks again. You all are certainly the best!
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You both have heartbreaking stories. I can only imagine the pain and sadness you have endured. There are no excuses for what they did and I believe they will pay, hopefully on this earth but certainly they will in time.
My dear friend was in similar state. She and her husband became ill at the same time. He was given monoclonal antibodies because he was at the right stage and he recovered. She was in worse shape when they got to the hospital. She doesn’t know for sure but thinks they gave her Remdisivir.
She was intubated and they induced a coma because she was so restless and kept pulling out her IV. She was in hospital in August, unconscious through October, in long term care through Thanksgiving, in Rehab facility until maybe February of last year. When she has gone back to see ENT Dr. he said he didn’t really know how to treat her because he had not had any other survivors.
She struggled to get back the ability to walk. Her cough lingered and is still slightly there. Energy has been very slow recovery and other issues like numbness in her feet and legs. She thought her husband was the one with the health issues due to family history but she had an ulcer and high blood pressure only recently addressed and the previous year had breast cancer.
Her husband is a pastor and she is the Executive Director of a pregnancy care center where I volunteer. If anyone could imagine your loss, it would be the two of them, but especially her husband. Message me if you would like his contact info for a chat.
Your narrative brought me to tears. Bless you and may you get justice; in this world or the next. Such a waste....such a waste.....
I am so sorry to hear about your wife. But I am not sure what you could have done. It sounds like you were too sick yourself at the time to have put up a fight against the hospital staff even if you had more knowledge about Remdesiver and intubation earlier. Seriously, even if you had read some articles and taken notes on them for weeks when you were well, would your brain have been working well enough to use them? I don’t think so. And the doctors and nurses would have heard the breathlessness from your own Covid in your voice and ignored you because they would think you were delusional.
We are all at the mercy of our networks and lack of them and more so back months ago. Now it might not be as bad for people in the hospital with Covid. The delusion may be breaking. But back then, if you didn’t have three people close to you, in spirit, knowledge and proximity, on things Covid, who you could call on when you get hit with it at the same time a household member is hit, you were in for a tough go.
In January 2010, my mother went into the hospital with pneumonia. I suspect it was from the flu going around then that they wouldn’t admit was as bad as it was because the powers that be needed a 2nd Obama administration to set them up for much of what we experienced the last few years.
My father says that on the day they put her on the vent, she was acting fine enough, was watching QVC and seemed happy. They came in the room all upset because her pulse ox numbers were down per their monitor and insisted they had to intubate her.
My father figured they knew what they were doing.
I have no idea what that was all about. I wasn’t there.
I wonder now if there wasn’t some protocol in place then.
My mother never was able to have intubation removed. They declared her brain dead. We removed life support about after that day.
My father was racked with guilt and depression.
It’s tough not knowing if there was incompetence on the part of the hospital, some secret protocol or info them came from the CDC or wherever that instructed them to ventilate as soon as a monitor showed a certain reading, or if my mother was worse than what they were telling my father. I would have been up there sooner, but I was lead to believe she was holding her own. They were going to transfer her closer to Columbus that day in order to address that condition and other ones.
In your case, you have a pretty good idea that it was the protocol that caused your wife’s death. The same over all protocol is what caused you to become too sick to care for her. Imagine how different things would have been if her cancer doctor and your own doctor had instructed you to call them as soon as you thought either of the two of you had Covid so you could both get HCQ— the one who had Covid and the other who needed to be kept from getting it if they didn’t already have it so they could care for the other.
It’s not you. It’s them.
Dear God! Thank you for sharing. Major hugs for you.
I got $9,000 from FEMA because my wife’s cause of death was officially listed as Covid. What’s up with that?
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Maybe blood money for killing your dear wife? They’re hoping you won’t sue later when you find out what they did? Was there fine print on the documents you had to sign to accept the money? I’m so sorry you and your wife went through that horrible ordeal.
An all too familiar story I’m afraid. My family too. PR’s Uncle. Same thing. You are not alone here.
We are with you now as you keep trying to deal with this horror..
ThankQ for sharing those painful details. The truth helps and heals wherever it is sent. May God bless you, and I’m grateful to Him you’re here with us.