Covid Protocol Victim Stories
Covid widows and widowers from across the United States have shared their spouse's covid hospitalization stories here.
Please know some of these stories are very graphic in nature and may not be suitable for children.
By sharing these stories, we show other covid widows and widowers they are not alone.
By sharing these stories, we share with the world, and honor, each beautiful soul that was lost due to the rigid hospital covid protocols.
By sharing these stories, we ensure each victim is remembered and their story is not ignored, dismissed, forgotten or
swept under the rug.
By sharing these stories, we are furthering our righteous cause for justice and positive change for every covid patient who is hospitalized!
Please know some of these stories are very graphic in nature and may not be suitable for children.
By sharing these stories, we show other covid widows and widowers they are not alone.
By sharing these stories, we share with the world, and honor, each beautiful soul that was lost due to the rigid hospital covid protocols.
By sharing these stories, we ensure each victim is remembered and their story is not ignored, dismissed, forgotten or
swept under the rug.
By sharing these stories, we are furthering our righteous cause for justice and positive change for every covid patient who is hospitalized!
Cristi
Florida, USA
My story is actually a horrible nightmare that began on July 21, 2021, the day that Austin was admitted to the hospital with a partially collapsed lung. The lung was successfully reopened in the ER, but after a positive COVID test, he was admitted for some reason. I was made to believe that the tube had to be removed at that hospital, but the pulmonologist and daily doctor had other plans. Plans to make my husband, amazing father to our 5 children, the other half of myself, part of a statistic to fatten the pockets of the greedy healthcare system.
Austin showed numerous signs of secondary infection while waiting around to have his chest tubes removed. I begged several times for him to be placed on antibiotics but was rejected every time. I was never allowed to go in the hospital the entire 2 weeks that he was there. His white cell count was high, he was having discolored mucus when he coughed, he couldn’t catch his breath as easily as the day before, he had a fever after not having one for several days. They refused. A 40-year-old healthy man. Refused. Refused. Until they finally did a 3 day culture on his blood the day before he died. They still refused to put him on preventative antibiotics. Even though he still had the chest tubes with unchanged bandages. Even though he showed all signs of secondary infection, antibiotics were again refused. I was told antibiotics were not part of the covid 19 treatment protocols.
On August 3rd, I was waiting for a call to let me know that they were putting him on antibiotics, but instead was met with a doctor on the other line letting me know that Austin had to be emergency ventilated without my consent. A man that was just joking with his wife an hour before this emergency procedure through text messages. I was not in that room and will never know if he really gave them consent. The following day, 24 hours and 24 minutes later after being put on the ventilator, he was dead from cardiac arrest. I happened to call the hospital to get an update and found out when I called that he was going into cardiac arrest and dying. The hospital did not even call me to tell me he was going into cardiac arrest! I had called them for an update and that is when they told me he had gone into cardiac arrest and was dying. The chaplain was already in the room and knew what was happening before I was even informed what was happening with my husband. Why didn’t they call me and tell me he had gone into cardiac arrest and was dying?
And guess what happened next? They finally let me in the room where he died, which was the same room he was assigned, with no negative covid test, so I could say goodbye to his body. Why wouldn’t they let me in there while he was alive? Because they are hiding things. Please help us get justice for our spouses.
Florida, USA
My story is actually a horrible nightmare that began on July 21, 2021, the day that Austin was admitted to the hospital with a partially collapsed lung. The lung was successfully reopened in the ER, but after a positive COVID test, he was admitted for some reason. I was made to believe that the tube had to be removed at that hospital, but the pulmonologist and daily doctor had other plans. Plans to make my husband, amazing father to our 5 children, the other half of myself, part of a statistic to fatten the pockets of the greedy healthcare system.
Austin showed numerous signs of secondary infection while waiting around to have his chest tubes removed. I begged several times for him to be placed on antibiotics but was rejected every time. I was never allowed to go in the hospital the entire 2 weeks that he was there. His white cell count was high, he was having discolored mucus when he coughed, he couldn’t catch his breath as easily as the day before, he had a fever after not having one for several days. They refused. A 40-year-old healthy man. Refused. Refused. Until they finally did a 3 day culture on his blood the day before he died. They still refused to put him on preventative antibiotics. Even though he still had the chest tubes with unchanged bandages. Even though he showed all signs of secondary infection, antibiotics were again refused. I was told antibiotics were not part of the covid 19 treatment protocols.
On August 3rd, I was waiting for a call to let me know that they were putting him on antibiotics, but instead was met with a doctor on the other line letting me know that Austin had to be emergency ventilated without my consent. A man that was just joking with his wife an hour before this emergency procedure through text messages. I was not in that room and will never know if he really gave them consent. The following day, 24 hours and 24 minutes later after being put on the ventilator, he was dead from cardiac arrest. I happened to call the hospital to get an update and found out when I called that he was going into cardiac arrest and dying. The hospital did not even call me to tell me he was going into cardiac arrest! I had called them for an update and that is when they told me he had gone into cardiac arrest and was dying. The chaplain was already in the room and knew what was happening before I was even informed what was happening with my husband. Why didn’t they call me and tell me he had gone into cardiac arrest and was dying?
And guess what happened next? They finally let me in the room where he died, which was the same room he was assigned, with no negative covid test, so I could say goodbye to his body. Why wouldn’t they let me in there while he was alive? Because they are hiding things. Please help us get justice for our spouses.
Janet
California, USA
My husband came down with covid on Aug. 21st. On Saturday the Aug. 22nd I took my husband to the ER. He was incoherent due to covid, I believe. They would not let me in the hospital with him. I wrote my concerns down and gave them to the security guard who told me I couldn't go in and who wheeled my husband into the ER waiting room. I tried to talk to medical staff by telephone, but they would not talk to me stating hippa rules and that they had no proof I was his wife. 10 hours later I walked past the security officer and went to my husband. I wish I would have gone sooner. I asked them why he was still in the waiting room. They had no answer. I asked them if they had tested him for covid and they said they don't do that until they admit and since he was in the waiting room he wasn't actually admitted to the hospital. I took him home with me.
On Tuesday the 24th I called 911 to come to out home due to my concerns about his oxygen levels. By this time I had symptoms as well. I insisted that they not take him back to the same hospital. He was admitted and diagnosed with covid. On the 26th he was moved to ICU and placed on a ventilator. I was very sick by this time as well but able to manage my symptoms at home. He remained in ICU until he died on September 15th.
On September 8th his doctor called me saying my husband had a "bruise" around his left eye. The doctor said he was confused by how he would have gotten a bruise while in isolation in ICU. On the 10th they had an ENT specialist come into look at him. The ENT ended up doing a biopsy in the operating room. It took another 2 days for the culture to grow and give a diagnosis. By this time my husband's left eye, cheek, left side if the roof of his mouth, left sinuses and left side if his nose were infected. They determined it was Rhinocerebal Mucormycosis. RCM is an aggressive fungal infection. It is not contagious person to person. It is only contracted through soil or in unclean humid environments. By this time the doctors said the treatment would include removing all the infected tissue, as well as multiple reconstructive surgeries. They did not feel he was strong enough to make it through these surgeries. There are about 20 family members within 60 miles of our home. We got everyone on the phone for a conference call with the doctors. We decided to allow him to die by turning off the machines keeping him alive.
I believe with my whole being that my husband contracted RCM through the humidifier portion of the ventilator. I believe the ventilator was not properly maintained causing the fungal infection which took my husband's life. We were not allowed to see him during the 3 weeks he was in the hospital. I was sick for 2 of those weeks. We were allowed to see him the day before the equipment was turned off. Myself, my adult daughter and his sister were present when he took his last breaths.
Traca
Kentucky, USA
My husband, Jason Parks, was a hard-working and determined 44-year-old father of four and new grandfather to our first-born grandbaby. His Covid journey was one of nightmares. He and I both began showing symptoms of Covid in late August 2021. We were both pretty sick, but his symptoms kept worsening. He had fever, chills, body aches, nausea, vomiting and shortness of breath. For the first 9 days, he fought at home with vitamins, fluids, rest and walking. His O2 decreased and he decided to go to the ER on September 1st. The first question he was asked, even before his name, was if he was vaccinated. He was not. He was adamant about not getting the vaccine due to his underlying health issues. They did an x-ray in the ER and diagnosed him with Covid Pneumonia. However, they did NOT administer a Covid test. They did offer him the infusion therapy to which he declined. So, he was sent home with instructions to take vitamins, monitor his O2 sats and to return if he gets worse. He came back home and within 4 days, he was back at the ER, this time, with severe stomach pain, blood in his urine and stool and 77% O2 saturation. He was admitted to the CCU on September 5th with Covid Pneumonia and pancreatitis. He was kept in the CCU for the first 18 days of his 42 day hospitalization. During those 18 days, I was allowed to see him once for 45 minutes. I called every day, multiple times per day to speak with his doctor and nurses. The nurses were somewhat informative and assisted me in getting to talk with Jason on the phone each day, but it took 16 days and 2 formal complaints against the doctor to get the first (and only) phone call regarding my husband’s care plan, treatment, diagnoses, prognosis, medications, or any other pertinent information.
While in the CCU, he was kept on high doses of sedative (Precedex), antipsychotics (Ativan/Diluadid) and steroids (dexamethasone). He was also given 2 doses of Remdesivir without his knowledge or consent. He was kept restrained to his bed for at least 9 straight days. Even against my demands that he be removed from the restraints and that the sedative be reduced, they kept him captive. He developed chemical burns from laying on his back for 18 days. I called in a consult with the infectious disease doctor who also continued to recommend Jason be removed from the restraints and released from the sedative; as well as be allowed to sit upright in a chair throughout the day and lay prone while in bed. Her recommendations went ignored as well. She fought to have him removed from isolation so he could have me visit, that too went ignored. Due to the excessive use of these chemicals, Jason had developed encephalopathy, or “Covid fog”. By day 18, I had made several formal complaints, demanded he be transferred to the other local hospital (which was vehemently rejected three times), threatened an Ethics Board call and legal action. On day 18, my husband, who had been kept chemically and physically restrained to his bed and on his back the entire time, was miraculously well enough to be released to a regular room. He literally went from requiring sedatives, restraints, antipsychotics and isolation to being moved to a regular room in a matter of HOURS after my threat for legal action against the hospital.
Once he was in a regular room, I was by his side 13 hours a day, every day. He made tremendous progress each day despite many setbacks such as vomiting mass amounts of dark red blood a few hours into being in a regular room, going into A-fib, requiring endoscopies, blood transfusions and an overnight stay in the ICU for decreased O2 after an endoscopy. He made huge strides every day in physical and occupational therapy. He was having to relearn how to walk, how to feed himself and how to communicate his needs. He was making progress to be discharged to rehab within a week.
I witnessed firsthand the physical abuse he received in a deep tissue injury he sustained from where they left the blood pressure cuff on too tight for those first 18 days in the CCU. He had a bruise from his shoulder to his wrist. He believed that this bruise was the cause of the “unknown infection” he would develop that required the blood transfusions. I witnessed firsthand the neglect of basic hygienic care where he went days without being bathed. I witnessed firsthand the overmedicating, the malnutrition, the lack of dignity and the blatant disregard for him as an individual, as a patient. He felt like a prisoner, like he was being ignored. I came into his room one morning and he was wrapped up in his oxygen tube, the nasal cannula was nowhere near his nose. When I confronted the nurse, she said that he hadn’t been like that for long because she checked on him every 15 minutes. I pointed out that he had a dry IV bag and dried feces on his bottom. She again denied neglecting him. I woke him up and he was not fully coherent. I asked what medication he had been given and was told they gave him Dilaudid again for agitation. I reminded them that he had told them he did not want any narcotics. That too went ignored. This event caused his doctor to BLAME him for his decline in progress, stating that “if he would have left his oxygen on”. How can a man who is given narcotic meds that knock him out be held responsible for tangling up in his oxygen hose when the nurse should have been alerted within minutes to the issue and fixed it? Jason did make great progress each day but each night he regressed, and we would have to start all over. He became frustrated with this and one day he invoked his right to refuse medications and treatments. He would ask what the medication was for and the nurse would give him generic answers like “for your heart”. He felt misinformed on his care. He also begged for me to carry him out of that hospital that day. I wish I would have. That is my biggest regret of this whole experience. I was able to get him calmed back down after a few hours but his O2 never improved. He was put on the vent the next day. Before going to the ICU, he had me write “I love you” on his left hand to remind him of that very thing when he woke up. As they took him to the ICU, I was told to leave and that someone would call me. I was left to walk out of that room alone and as I went down the hallway to exit, they wheeled him past me. He had a look of pure terror.
He spent the next 13 days in the ICU on the ventilator. He was supposed to be transferred to an LTACH facility, at the other local hospital that I had tried 3 times prior to get him transferred to. They were going to get him there, get him off the vent and get him back on the road to recovery. The day he was supposed to be transferred, a total of 5 miles across town, the cardiologist decided to halt the transfer due to a “blip” he saw on the machine. This delay caused Jason to never leave this hospital. I was called in to see him once for 10 minutes as they felt he wouldn’t make it much longer. I was then allowed to come stay with him each day over the next three days for the entire day. He made improvements but then his heart rate dropped, and his blood pressure dropped so they put him on 3 pressers that caused his circulation to pull from all extremities. He had also developed an infection that they were calling sepsis. The last 3 days I watched him improve and decline. I watched as the nurses ignored him. I watched as the doctors increased and decreased his sedation, paralytic, antibiotics and every other medication he was on. I asked questions and confronted the doctors. I was made to feel like Jason was taking up a bed they needed for someone else.
The day he died, I was with him all day and he had blood seeping from his mouth. I was told that was from his chapped lips. I demanded that they check him. He was bleeding from his throat from where the nurse was too rough with the suctioning. I left at 7 pm as expected and was called back within 20 minutes. I got there in time for them to turn off the monitors. Even though he did not have a DNR, they did nothing to save his life. They tossed him over to clean him up and as they did, his stomach contents came up and he defecated the bed. I knew then that he was fading and within minutes, he was gone. The only life saving measure I did not want was chest compressions because I didn’t want them to puncture his lung. I had in writing that they were to take all life savings measures that were needed to save him.
Jason was 44 years old. He had so much life yet to live. He had only gotten to spend 4 days with our new grandson. We were months away from moving into our homestead that he was renovating himself. We were just a few years away from traveling the US, which was our goal for when all the kids had finished school. We were finding our happy after 17 years of just surviving. I am so proud of my husband for how long and how hard he fought, not just Covid, but all the horrific hospital protocols. It is my belief that my husband was murdered by the very doctors who took an oath to first do no harm. He became experimental material for them as they obtained large payouts for each diagnosis and treatment they pushed on him. His death certificate does list Covid Pneumonia, but it also lists “medical noncompliance”. If that was because he was unvaccinated, that should be criminal. If that was because he invoked his right to refuse medications. That too should be criminal. Due to the immunity from prosecution our state (Kentucky) put into place in March 2020, these doctors and hospitals are getting away with a legal form of murder. Medical malpractice, wrongful death and negligent care all have a 1 year statute of limitations IF you can get an attorney willing to take on the giant of American Healthcare. Any other form of murder has no statute of limitations. So much needs to change and that is why we are here. To seek justice and to affect change in the approved Covid hospital protocols that are killing our loved ones.
Kentucky, USA
My husband, Jason Parks, was a hard-working and determined 44-year-old father of four and new grandfather to our first-born grandbaby. His Covid journey was one of nightmares. He and I both began showing symptoms of Covid in late August 2021. We were both pretty sick, but his symptoms kept worsening. He had fever, chills, body aches, nausea, vomiting and shortness of breath. For the first 9 days, he fought at home with vitamins, fluids, rest and walking. His O2 decreased and he decided to go to the ER on September 1st. The first question he was asked, even before his name, was if he was vaccinated. He was not. He was adamant about not getting the vaccine due to his underlying health issues. They did an x-ray in the ER and diagnosed him with Covid Pneumonia. However, they did NOT administer a Covid test. They did offer him the infusion therapy to which he declined. So, he was sent home with instructions to take vitamins, monitor his O2 sats and to return if he gets worse. He came back home and within 4 days, he was back at the ER, this time, with severe stomach pain, blood in his urine and stool and 77% O2 saturation. He was admitted to the CCU on September 5th with Covid Pneumonia and pancreatitis. He was kept in the CCU for the first 18 days of his 42 day hospitalization. During those 18 days, I was allowed to see him once for 45 minutes. I called every day, multiple times per day to speak with his doctor and nurses. The nurses were somewhat informative and assisted me in getting to talk with Jason on the phone each day, but it took 16 days and 2 formal complaints against the doctor to get the first (and only) phone call regarding my husband’s care plan, treatment, diagnoses, prognosis, medications, or any other pertinent information.
While in the CCU, he was kept on high doses of sedative (Precedex), antipsychotics (Ativan/Diluadid) and steroids (dexamethasone). He was also given 2 doses of Remdesivir without his knowledge or consent. He was kept restrained to his bed for at least 9 straight days. Even against my demands that he be removed from the restraints and that the sedative be reduced, they kept him captive. He developed chemical burns from laying on his back for 18 days. I called in a consult with the infectious disease doctor who also continued to recommend Jason be removed from the restraints and released from the sedative; as well as be allowed to sit upright in a chair throughout the day and lay prone while in bed. Her recommendations went ignored as well. She fought to have him removed from isolation so he could have me visit, that too went ignored. Due to the excessive use of these chemicals, Jason had developed encephalopathy, or “Covid fog”. By day 18, I had made several formal complaints, demanded he be transferred to the other local hospital (which was vehemently rejected three times), threatened an Ethics Board call and legal action. On day 18, my husband, who had been kept chemically and physically restrained to his bed and on his back the entire time, was miraculously well enough to be released to a regular room. He literally went from requiring sedatives, restraints, antipsychotics and isolation to being moved to a regular room in a matter of HOURS after my threat for legal action against the hospital.
Once he was in a regular room, I was by his side 13 hours a day, every day. He made tremendous progress each day despite many setbacks such as vomiting mass amounts of dark red blood a few hours into being in a regular room, going into A-fib, requiring endoscopies, blood transfusions and an overnight stay in the ICU for decreased O2 after an endoscopy. He made huge strides every day in physical and occupational therapy. He was having to relearn how to walk, how to feed himself and how to communicate his needs. He was making progress to be discharged to rehab within a week.
I witnessed firsthand the physical abuse he received in a deep tissue injury he sustained from where they left the blood pressure cuff on too tight for those first 18 days in the CCU. He had a bruise from his shoulder to his wrist. He believed that this bruise was the cause of the “unknown infection” he would develop that required the blood transfusions. I witnessed firsthand the neglect of basic hygienic care where he went days without being bathed. I witnessed firsthand the overmedicating, the malnutrition, the lack of dignity and the blatant disregard for him as an individual, as a patient. He felt like a prisoner, like he was being ignored. I came into his room one morning and he was wrapped up in his oxygen tube, the nasal cannula was nowhere near his nose. When I confronted the nurse, she said that he hadn’t been like that for long because she checked on him every 15 minutes. I pointed out that he had a dry IV bag and dried feces on his bottom. She again denied neglecting him. I woke him up and he was not fully coherent. I asked what medication he had been given and was told they gave him Dilaudid again for agitation. I reminded them that he had told them he did not want any narcotics. That too went ignored. This event caused his doctor to BLAME him for his decline in progress, stating that “if he would have left his oxygen on”. How can a man who is given narcotic meds that knock him out be held responsible for tangling up in his oxygen hose when the nurse should have been alerted within minutes to the issue and fixed it? Jason did make great progress each day but each night he regressed, and we would have to start all over. He became frustrated with this and one day he invoked his right to refuse medications and treatments. He would ask what the medication was for and the nurse would give him generic answers like “for your heart”. He felt misinformed on his care. He also begged for me to carry him out of that hospital that day. I wish I would have. That is my biggest regret of this whole experience. I was able to get him calmed back down after a few hours but his O2 never improved. He was put on the vent the next day. Before going to the ICU, he had me write “I love you” on his left hand to remind him of that very thing when he woke up. As they took him to the ICU, I was told to leave and that someone would call me. I was left to walk out of that room alone and as I went down the hallway to exit, they wheeled him past me. He had a look of pure terror.
He spent the next 13 days in the ICU on the ventilator. He was supposed to be transferred to an LTACH facility, at the other local hospital that I had tried 3 times prior to get him transferred to. They were going to get him there, get him off the vent and get him back on the road to recovery. The day he was supposed to be transferred, a total of 5 miles across town, the cardiologist decided to halt the transfer due to a “blip” he saw on the machine. This delay caused Jason to never leave this hospital. I was called in to see him once for 10 minutes as they felt he wouldn’t make it much longer. I was then allowed to come stay with him each day over the next three days for the entire day. He made improvements but then his heart rate dropped, and his blood pressure dropped so they put him on 3 pressers that caused his circulation to pull from all extremities. He had also developed an infection that they were calling sepsis. The last 3 days I watched him improve and decline. I watched as the nurses ignored him. I watched as the doctors increased and decreased his sedation, paralytic, antibiotics and every other medication he was on. I asked questions and confronted the doctors. I was made to feel like Jason was taking up a bed they needed for someone else.
The day he died, I was with him all day and he had blood seeping from his mouth. I was told that was from his chapped lips. I demanded that they check him. He was bleeding from his throat from where the nurse was too rough with the suctioning. I left at 7 pm as expected and was called back within 20 minutes. I got there in time for them to turn off the monitors. Even though he did not have a DNR, they did nothing to save his life. They tossed him over to clean him up and as they did, his stomach contents came up and he defecated the bed. I knew then that he was fading and within minutes, he was gone. The only life saving measure I did not want was chest compressions because I didn’t want them to puncture his lung. I had in writing that they were to take all life savings measures that were needed to save him.
Jason was 44 years old. He had so much life yet to live. He had only gotten to spend 4 days with our new grandson. We were months away from moving into our homestead that he was renovating himself. We were just a few years away from traveling the US, which was our goal for when all the kids had finished school. We were finding our happy after 17 years of just surviving. I am so proud of my husband for how long and how hard he fought, not just Covid, but all the horrific hospital protocols. It is my belief that my husband was murdered by the very doctors who took an oath to first do no harm. He became experimental material for them as they obtained large payouts for each diagnosis and treatment they pushed on him. His death certificate does list Covid Pneumonia, but it also lists “medical noncompliance”. If that was because he was unvaccinated, that should be criminal. If that was because he invoked his right to refuse medications. That too should be criminal. Due to the immunity from prosecution our state (Kentucky) put into place in March 2020, these doctors and hospitals are getting away with a legal form of murder. Medical malpractice, wrongful death and negligent care all have a 1 year statute of limitations IF you can get an attorney willing to take on the giant of American Healthcare. Any other form of murder has no statute of limitations. So much needs to change and that is why we are here. To seek justice and to affect change in the approved Covid hospital protocols that are killing our loved ones.
Kelly
Michigan, USA
Our doctor said Doug was healthy so just let covid run its course. He was admitted to the hospital Dec 21, 2021, healthy. While hospitalized, Doug became diabetic, developed kidneys problems, had blood in his urine, and they had to shock his strong healthy heart. I was not allowed to be with Doug. It was pure torture. I hold the CDC and Dr Fauci accountable.
Michigan, USA
Our doctor said Doug was healthy so just let covid run its course. He was admitted to the hospital Dec 21, 2021, healthy. While hospitalized, Doug became diabetic, developed kidneys problems, had blood in his urine, and they had to shock his strong healthy heart. I was not allowed to be with Doug. It was pure torture. I hold the CDC and Dr Fauci accountable.
Liz
Texas, USA
Kevin Dewey’s story
Kevin began to feel ill on July 12, 2021. He loved to travel and had planned a trip for he and I to go to Charleston, SC while our son was on his two-week summer drill with the United States Marine Corps Reserves. As the week went on, he felt sicker, so we canceled our vacation and planned to reschedule when he felt better. He thought he had a cold or sinus infection so on Friday July 16, he called our family physician who refused to see him because he had a fever of 101 degrees. He went to an urgent care where they ran a covid test and proclaimed he had a virus of unknown origin, but not covid. I was relieved that it wasn’t covid. They sent him home to drink fluids and rest. By Monday July 19, he felt even worse, so I took him to another urgent care and again they found no covid and diagnosed that he had pneumonia and prescribed various antibiotics and an inhaler. It took an entire day for Walgreens to fill his prescriptions because the pharmacist was tasked with giving covid shots as her priority. Despite my many protests about how long it was taking to get his prescriptions filled, Walgreens didn’t care.
On Tuesday July 20, he asked me to take him to the ER because he was feeling even worse. We went to the hospital (MH) where we waited between 5 and 6 hours to be seen. The ER was full, and I continually went to the desk asking for Kevin to be seen because he had pneumonia. The desk continually said the ER staff in the back triaged all patients so he would be seen at the appropriate time. While we sat there for hours, I researched covid treatment on my phone and found a doctor in Houston who was treating in a hospital with Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine. I had no knowledge that he wouldn’t be treated appropriately at the hospital, but mentioned the hospital in Houston to Kevin and asked if he wanted to go there since the wait at MH was so long. He said he felt too bad to travel to Houston so we stayed at MH. Finally, we got called back and they did a covid test which showed positive at which time they made me leave his side and go back to the waiting room. They observed him and decided to admit him for observation and oxygen since his oxygen was lower than they wanted it to be. On Wednesday the 21st, I woke up knowing that I too had covid so I went to the ER for a covid test and it was positive. Wednesday afternoon, they released Kevin stating that he had improved so I picked him up.
On Thursday morning July 22, I woke up to Kevin sitting in the chair in the living room and he felt so bad he asked me to call an ambulance or take him back to MH hospital. I drove him to the hospital. Kevin NEVER complained and in fact actually waiting for me to wake up to ask me to take him to the hospital. He never complained the entire 25 years I knew him. He was such a smart, sweet, caring soul with a quick wit and keen sense of humor. I drove him to the ER and couldn’t go in with him because of my covid diagnosis. Neither of us knew I was dropping him off to be murdered by lack of effective treatment and that I would never see him again until he was near death. Visitors were not allowed.
My sister and brother-in-law brought me some Hydroxychloroquine that my brother-in-law got for me from a friend of his on day 4 after my diagnosis. I spoke with a nutritionist that Kevin and I went to near our house. He suggested I contact Dr. Stella Immanuel with American Frontline Doctors and get prescribed her covid protocol which I did over the weekend on July 25. Dr Immanuel called everything into Walgreens for me and I started the protocol on Monday July 26. Once I saw the protocol I was getting, I begged the doctors at MH hospital to give my husband the same. Every doctor I talked to refused, most said the protocol didn’t work or it wasn’t hospital protocol or even if they wanted to prescribe those meds, they weren’t allowed. Then I ordered the protocol on Kevin’s behalf through Dr. Immanuel thinking the hospital would have to give it. They again refused.
The doctors at MH were horrible, uncaring, negative. They clearly didn’t want to save my husband’s life. Kevin remained in MH hospital for about 3.5 weeks being given the deadly Remdesivir and being deprived of nutrition. On Wednesday August 12, the nurse called and asked for permission for the doctor to insert a feeding tube. That was 3 weeks since he had eaten so on top of a murderous protocol, they were starving him. I have no idea what else they were doing to him because I was sick with covid and they closed the ICU to all visitors.
After about 3 weeks in the MH ICU, the hospital case manager called me to say that the insurance company was requesting that Kevin be moved to a LTC facility, and she gave me a few to choose from. I sought the advice of a medical professional I know and she did some research and suggested one in particular. Finally, I was hopeful that the LTC facility would actually treat Kevin using the protocol I had. The case manager at the LTC hospital promised me that his hospital likes to work with families and would welcome my input into his care and treatment. A couple days before his transfer to LTC, one of the MH doctors called me to say there was another option I should consider and that was hospice. I got upset at that doctors attitude and suggestion and told him that unlike him, I had not given up on my husband so I was not considering hospice.
Kevin was moved to the LTC facility by ambulance on August 14. I went in my car and waited for the ambulance to arrive and was allowed to see him briefly a couple hours after his arrival. He had lost a lot of weight and was heavily sedated from over 3 weeks on the vent and no feeding tube until just a couple days before his transfer to the LTC facility. Since the LTC hospital was more open to me visiting I thought I could see him every day but right at that time, the CDC increased its quarantine period from 10 days to 20 days so I had to fight to see him there. Different “House Managers” had different rules. The nurses there told me Kevin was very strong and had a tremendous will to live however he was the sickest covid patient they had seen come into their facility. No less than 4 different departments asked me if he has a DNR and I said no he didn’t. Each department said all his charts and paperwork they received from MH Hospital showed him having a DNR so they needed to confirm. Finally the NP who was treating him asked the same question about the DNR. The staff at the LTC facility never changed his chart to show he did not have a DNR and she made that correction.
On Wednesday Aug. 18 (my birthday), I finally got to speak to the NP who was treating Kevin. I asked her to treat him with Ivermectin, Hydroxychloroquine and vitamin IVs. She too refused just like the MH Hospital doctors. She said he was struggling with sepsis and also had not peed at all that day. She said they would give him IV Lasix to help him clear the fluid that was building up and if that didn’t work they would need to start dialysis. The fluid build up also caused his heart to struggle with not beating strongly enough on one side so they would give him a medication for that. That night, they NP called me to say the issues were getting worse and she would give him “IV adrenaline” and she would call me back with an update soon. She called back and said he was stabilized again and they would remove the sedation as the sedation can cause problems. The next morning at 8:30am (Aug. 19) the nurse called and said he hadn’t peed all night (now 24 hours without peeing!) so they needed permission to insert the dialysis tube which I gave. At 8:40 the nurse called me again and said he coded while they were trying to insert the tube and the staff was working on him. At 9:05am the nurse called me to say that they could not save him and he died at 8:56am on Thursday August 19. The day that my world was shattered.
In loving memory of Kevin Ray Dewey
June 13, 1962 – August 19, 2021
Sadly missed by his wife of 24 years, Liz Dewey and son Alexander Dewey.
Murdered by the medical establishment that chose profit over the lives they were entrusted to save.
Lacey
Texas, USA
This is my husband Michael. He loved to hunt and fish. There are so many things to say. I would rather my husband died at home spending his last days with loved ones by his side than in that hospital scared and lonely then eventually tied to the bed and so heavily sedated they were unable to ever wake him back up. There are now hundreds of thousands of people that will forever be traumatized by this. I believe they have created a whole new category of disability; Covid protocol induced PTSD.
Texas, USA
This is my husband Michael. He loved to hunt and fish. There are so many things to say. I would rather my husband died at home spending his last days with loved ones by his side than in that hospital scared and lonely then eventually tied to the bed and so heavily sedated they were unable to ever wake him back up. There are now hundreds of thousands of people that will forever be traumatized by this. I believe they have created a whole new category of disability; Covid protocol induced PTSD.
Forrest
My husband was admitted to the hospital on November 5th, 2021, and diagnosed with covid. They would not let me stay with him in ICU so the very next day I sent him a message to give to the doctors. I told him in the message that I wanted him to be given Ivermectin. I also told them to give him Hydroxychloroquine, zinc, vitamin d, Bactrim but NO Remdesivir. His oxygen was staying good and he was doing well. I kept checking on him twice a day with the nurses and they said he was doing well and his oxygen was staying up. They did not start him on Ivermectin until he had been in the hospital for 13 days and by then he was too weak to be able to take the pills that he needed to take. He was only given one dose of ivermectin and he died the next day. The doctors did not do everything within their power to save his life. I think they looked at him and said he's 75 and he has some pre-existing conditions and we'll get a whole lot of money if he dies. Yes he was 75 but he was very active and always on the go. He was not overweight. He had mild COPD and he had some heart issues for which he was taking medication for. The doctor told me that his COPD was keeping him from recovering but didn't offer ivermectin when I asked them for it. I feel the hospital and the doctors killed my husband.
My husband was admitted to the hospital on November 5th, 2021, and diagnosed with covid. They would not let me stay with him in ICU so the very next day I sent him a message to give to the doctors. I told him in the message that I wanted him to be given Ivermectin. I also told them to give him Hydroxychloroquine, zinc, vitamin d, Bactrim but NO Remdesivir. His oxygen was staying good and he was doing well. I kept checking on him twice a day with the nurses and they said he was doing well and his oxygen was staying up. They did not start him on Ivermectin until he had been in the hospital for 13 days and by then he was too weak to be able to take the pills that he needed to take. He was only given one dose of ivermectin and he died the next day. The doctors did not do everything within their power to save his life. I think they looked at him and said he's 75 and he has some pre-existing conditions and we'll get a whole lot of money if he dies. Yes he was 75 but he was very active and always on the go. He was not overweight. He had mild COPD and he had some heart issues for which he was taking medication for. The doctor told me that his COPD was keeping him from recovering but didn't offer ivermectin when I asked them for it. I feel the hospital and the doctors killed my husband.