COVID-19 Humanity Betrayal ㅤ Memory Project

Jerome “ Jerry” Kasper

DOB: 1/20/45;   DOD: 2/20/2022

Days he avoided Intubation – 52 Days  2^nd admission: 1.5 days on Vent until Murder

This is the tragic story of my beloved Father, a Hero in our lives that we called ‘Superman,” a Veteran, a prostate cancer survivor from 20 years ago, and a 77 year-old young-at-heart man, who still was working in a factory to support his wife of 53 years.

Below is what his chart read after being pronounced dead with the typical heart-failure, multi-organ collapses and toxic poisoning of his acidic blood, with the eventual Sepsis/Possible UTI stated on the Death Certificate.

By day 54, he lost his battle on this earth at the Hands of Hospital Deadly Protocol.  He received the deadly Covid Cocktail without consent.  He fought with all his might.  We did too, but upon going to ER for the second time, he was malnourished, bed-ridden, fatally ill and nearly an unrecognizable man.  Verdict?  We lost.  They won, and reaped the financial rewards of this unvaxxed man.

Upon Death: Discharge Summary by Tommy J Kwak, MD @ 2/20/2022 @ 2:00 a.m.

Moderate Protein – Calorie Malnutrition (HCC), A-fib (HCC), Dyslipidemia (Abnormal lipid levels in blood), Malignant neoplasm of prostate (HCC),Bilateral pulmonary embolism (HCC), Dysphasia (swallowing disorder), Pulmonary Hypertension (HCC), Chronic respiratory failure (HCC), History of Covid – 19

** No mention of the assumed CLL (Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia)**

Starting my Father’s story off with the above diagnosis, should give one the idea of the battle like a true POW (Prisoner of War) he fought for nearly 55 days.

Our entire time was spent praying feverishly to save his life, for God to grant us mercy and a miracle.  He would not have made it out of the ICU (he spent 6 days there) had we not refused the Vent.  We did not know about the deathly effects of Remdesivir until my Dad was about 4/5 days post-admission and isolated on a Covid-Floor.  I did attempt faxing the FLCCC protocol to the ICU Nurse Supervisor, but was scoffed at such a thing.  They never listen to the patient or family for this sort of protocol requests.

We had to constantly remind staff that Dad was not a DNR, but a DNI. They asked us almost daily.  His chart always read at top, “Please note: patient is NOT Vaccinated”.  Clearly and sadly, our trusted local Catholic Hospital we have been to dozens of times, did not provide us with the care we expected.  He was our Martyr/Patriot and their Medicaid Patient Lab-Rat, however, my father’s life was not for sale.  Looking back, staff was just “doing their job.”

When he went in on 12/29/21, via local ambulance, he went into the neighborhood clinic on NW side of Chicago, “Midwest Clinic.”  It was there they called one [ambulance] for him since he was Covid positive with oxygen in the low 80’s.

Immediately, I called my 26 year old daughter, as I was at work, to follow the ambulance to Amita Resurrection MC to be sure he was not alone.  Since days prior, he was feeling tired, weak and barely ate, fevered up and down and missed work; so he wanted answers and more care.

He wasn’t feeling good since 12/21/21.  I told him to please avoid the hospital as they vent you there and you won’t get off. My exact words via text was, “Jesus, please don’t go to hospital!” to which Dad replied, ” We’ll see, don’t worry.”  A phrase my dad often said and tried to live by.

Admitted 12/29/2021:  By 12/30 early A.M., he was hooked up to an IV of Remdesivir, and taking the oral pill of Decadron, and by or before day 10, he got Tocilizumab.

By January 5, 2022, my Dad was calling me at 5:30 A.M., desperate, panting and yelling with that Darth Vader breathing mask on, “Get me out of here! They are killing me! It’s worse that prison! Please get me out of here. I don’t care what you need to do!”

Later that day he texted my son, age 27, “911! 911!”  Thinking he could physically carry or muscle his way into getting him out of the death camp.  By Jan 6, 2022, his D-Dimer was 64,000, which denotes Kidney disease, liver disease, infection, and chronic inflammation. By this time, Dad was completely bed-ridden.

Detrimentally, within 10 days of admittance, on Jan 8, 2022, Dad was sent to ICU, due to respiratory arrest secondary to COVID -19 pneumonia.  Notes below from his chart or in other words “the writing on the wall.”

We have the Dr. Notes by Dr. Larry Jankelowitz, MD  Jan 8, 2022 @ 11:11am

DNR/DNI, OK meds/shocks

“76 yr. old male w past medical history including hypertension, CAD, hyperlipidemia, atrial fibrillation well-known to my service after being seen him on the floor transferred to the ICU with impeding respiratory arrest secondary to Covid-19 pneumonia.  Patient was desaturating on the floor despite aggressive treatment with Decadron, Remdesivir, Tocilizumab.  Placed on BiPap in the ICU w/some degree of improvement.”

More notes from a Resident:  Ragav Sharma, DO.

Currently:

“When I went to see him, on BiPap with Fi02 of 100% saturating 92%. On Facetime with his family.  Appears to be a little more settled and relaxed per nursing staff.  Patient is a DNR. Has decreased breath sounds bilaterally with crackles in the bases.  No Wheeze.  Currently afebrile and hemodynamically stable.”

Investigations:

Labs: Sodium 137, Potassium 4.1 (Normal), Chloride 104 (Normal), Bicarb 19, Anion Gap 14

Normal transaminases, Total bilirubin 1.9 (H), WBC, Hemoglobin  15.6 (Normal)

Platelets 253 (normal), 2% bands   Chest X-ray :  extensive bilateral alveolar infiltrates

The continuous meds he was on at his point that the chart shows:  Acetaminophen, Benzocaine-methol, Ativan IV, Saline, Zolpidem. No food or minimal sips of water whole time in the ICU. All his oxygen needs didn’t allow him for safe eating or drinking either, but that is no excuse.

There are plenty more meds, but it is hard difficult to decipher when, how and such.

Basically, past Jan 8, 2002 , the hospital appeared to want to write him off, vent him for convenience, and discuss Palliative Care.  He had so many different doctors: cardio, pulmonary, vascular, floor physicians and rotating residents and no one coordinated a plan of care for my father.  They seemed to have the balance of patience, yet often irritable with us awaiting his imminent death, without really saying it.

The overall treatment and experience at this hospital was just negligent and substandard.  His diagnosis constantly changing, they never could give a straight answer as to his prognosis or long-term outcome.  Daily, we had to call, probe, insist, leaving messages for a doctor or nurse to call us back.  Dad lost his ability to call or text early on under a week, so all calls and communication were through the staff, when they were free, of course.

One very important detail to note is that my Mother, age 72, was ill with Covid, too,  and she went into the ER as well on 12/31/21.   She was admitted with a similar treatment plan, although I have not acquired her records to verify all the meds she received.

It was truly miraculous that she was sent home after 8 days – although very weak and disoriented and on 3L of oxygen on 1/8/22.  Her sickness attacked her Gastro area rather than her lungs, as it did her husband’s.

As you can assume, they weren’t able to see each other except through Facetime, where the phones were being held by myself and family at their home. The 2 sweethearts were peering at each other Facetime-to-Facetime, oxygen masks and all.  Iit was one of the most emotional sights I have ever seen.

Back to Dad, by Jan 8, 2022, and entering the ICU, the day his wife made it home, things didn’t look good.   We had the call come thru to me, the POA to approve Comfort Care, to keep him comfortable. (Morphine, end-of-life meds) including the Vent, since his prognosis was dismal.  I had a breakdown after that call – as I screamed “NO, you will not Vent him! Continue to care for his oxygen needs, and we are fighting for his life, so do whatever it takes!”

We fought and fought for his care, and within 6/7 days he did get out of the ICU.  Sadly, last time I think he ate was moistened food on 1/11/2022, in the ICU, according to the Nurse, but I believe he may have suffered a stroke or psychologically was traumatized by the palliative care doctor telling him in the ICU he had CLL.  Because the lab results alluded to that possibility, I believe the deadly meds that failed his systems caused these results, and it became a convenient excuse to just pass the buck.

After ICU, he went to a covid-free floor since he was negative, which they had scared us again by getting a false positive. Finally, by 1/13/22, visitor(s), one-a-day, were allowed, and his dedicated, loyal and observant granddaughter become his bedside nurse, and mental support person. She stayed anywhere from 8-12 hours a day with him until they kicked her out nightly. We know in our hearts he remained alive much longer due to her being there for his mental health and all eyes and ears at a negligent place.

Most staff thought she worked there, she wore her scrubs and was so interactive with his care, the staff had one less patient to worry about.  Begging Dad to eat, stay calm and positive was nothing short of challenging.  Being patient as he was truly discouraged, uncomfortable, scared, traumatized, miserable, and hopelessness overcame him often and always worse at night.

He was due to transfer into another long term care facility on 2/7/22, but the morning of, he failed his PT test so they cancelled the transfer.  At this point, we said at all cost, we are bringing him home, even if he dies, it will be at home with his loved ones.

It was all so confusing, we didn’t know if we were to ask for Hospice, instead, AMA, we would have been stiffed with the medical bills, and he would have “died” on way home per the hospital staff, due to extreme oxygen levels.

For 48 days, he was never encouraged to sit up, walk, etc., and his lungs failed each time – he just got weaker and weaker as well as hematoma on both of his arms, which caused him much pain.  He did not like prone positioning, was irritable and struggled mentally the majority of his waking hours.  His mouth was infected – we have pictures of it all.  Physical Therapy was long gone.  They stopped attempting it within the first few days early on, with no hygiene and checking on him maybe every 4 hours.

At some point in his stay and after the ICU, a blood transfusion was insisted upon by my daughter who was with him daily now for 3 weeks. Thinking fresh blood would help, it did for about a day then another set-back. Other areas of his chart revealed even by 10 days he had sepsis.  Staff knew along this now 77 you. man wasn’t going to make it.

The final day and half, worst deadly drugs and emergent “care”…

Upon entering ER late on 2/18/22, due to his extreme pain in his sternum, it was downhill quick in the ER, and right up to ICU.  After the emergency central line, pick line, that drilled into his chin bone since all his veins were shot, the dialysis, and the 4 meds to raise his blood pressure, nothing was working.  We found out later he had sepsis for weeks, and we were told his blood was so acidic it was failing and all his organs were shutting down.  He was vented by 3:00 A.M., early 2/19/22, and that was it.

I came to hospital after Rachel called me bawling at 6 A.M., saying, “Call in all family. He has 12 hours to live.”  I was told the same by the Doctor once I arrived. I have his call on record with my phone.

We were “lucky” enough to get about 18 more hours, since he was now vented and sedated, in which he did consent to in the ER as the doctor shouted to him,  “Jerry, do you want us to save your life at all cost?  We would need to vent you if necessary.”  to which he nodded, “Yes.”

This was all done in front of my daughter, but when my daughter was told to leave the room in ER for the pick-line, they intubated. It occurred after the central line was unsuccessful, and they drilled into the bone (pick-line) in his chin to enter the meds. His blood pressure and heart started failing as well as his oxygen plummeting, so they intubated. Pure hell, imagining the pain and torture he endured.  Had he been given the correct life-saving meds early on, I know for a fact he would still be here today!

Naturally, by now, they provide the “mercy” and they let us all in, to say our dishearten and defeated good-byes. At one point, 6 family members surrounded his lifeless body under the blow-up mattress like an incubator thing they use to keep him warm.  Of course, they let all our family, even extended family, in the Critical ICU, as long as we kept organized, quiet, etc. Then at last few hours of his life, it was down to 2 people only.

Watching his fraternal twin brother in shock say good-bye was just heart-wrenching.  His sisters-in-law, nieces too; all my adult kids one-by-one kissing and saying good-bye to the greatest man they had ever known.

In the room, and that was because they needed to pull the plug (potentially?) and didn’t want too many people there again – claiming he had another infection, with 60,000 plus WBC, Potassium at 6.4.  Just morbid and hopeless, overall, watching his heart rate slowly decrease over the past day and knowing there was nothing else to be done but wait for the inevitable.

My brother and I, there together too, looking at one another in such disbelief that we couldn’t save his life. But my beloved father, by God’s mysterious grace, did pass with only his sweetheart, my mom, in the room – who sat there for hours in her wheelchair praying.  His weak heart took his last beat at 1:50 A.M.  We prayed and prayed for a miracle up until his last breath on 2/20/22 at 1:50 A.M., when he met his Maker and was out of pain and suffering, only for all of ours to begin.

Discharge Summary by Tommy J Kwak, MD @ 2:00 am  2/20/22

Urosepsis, Lactic acidosis, Elevated procalcitonin, S/P 3L normal saline IV bolus

Meropenem Vancomycin, Stress dose Steroid,

Hypotension BP 30/40, Refractory to max Vasopressors x4

Acute on chronic hypoxemic hypercapnic respiratory failure

Recent Covid-19 infection, prolonged hospitalization

Acute metabolic encephalopathy, emergently intubated with consent from family in ER

Acute kidney injury, Hyperkalemia, S/P Lasix,  insulin,D50, calcium gluconate

AKI due to prerenal secondary to septic shock

Anuric, 2 amps Bicarb. Starting bicarb drip, Nephrology consult, L IJ trialysis cath

Did not tolerate emergent HD (HemoDialysis)

Patient take after off HD after 15 min d/t SBP 70’s while maxed out on Levophed and vasopressin.  Dr. Valiaitis made aware and ordered HD stopped.

I will never stop fighting for my hero, my role model, my patriotic, martyr, who died for what he believed in, yet, did not have to in this nation.  I shall remain steadfast – his loyal, determined soldier as best as I can, and as long as God allows.  What is so sad is that 12/31/22, literally 2 days after admission, he texted that he lived a good life and loved us all.  He texted his granddaughter, my daughter, Rachel, that he knew “Mom” will take this the hardest, meaning me.  Boy, was he correct.  He just “knew” he could not be there with his family whom he loved so much to care for, depleted him of much energy.  We are blessed we got him longer than most with this whole ordeal.  The fight for justice for Jerry has only begun. So many other thousands upon thousands have endured the same awful unjust fate.  We must never give up.

In summary:  My healthy hard-working and very active father, who could not afford to retire, Jerome, age 76, went to ER due to low oxygen (low 80’s).  He received nasal cannula oxygen and his oxygen improved.  He waited 12 to14 hours for a room.  He was asked every other minute his Vax status (non-Vaccinated), and it affected his care.

My dad started the Covid Cocktail immediately. The in-house doctor was a very hands-off stand-offish, pompous quick visits type, and could not figure out his lab results.  By Jan 4/5th, it was determined he had CLL (Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia), which was convenient again to write him off.  Per usual, due to neglect, bad mixtures of drugs, the anti-anxiety ones causing my father to be in AFIB, the over oxygenation, not enough water, food, etc., and the deadly meds, his liver panel and kidney panel started going off and declining.  By January 8th, he went to ICU for more care, morphine, pushing comfort care due to his anxiety and breathing issues, and newly diagnosed alleged CLL cancer.  The isolation took a horrible toll on my father’s stress and mental health causing him to be in and out of Afib, which they of course, didn’t know he had, they so first 4 days there he did not receive his normal medication.

While in ICU, he had lost ability to eat and drink, so swallowing function gone and needed speech therapy, but he couldn’t do PT to get him to move.  It was a rocky, unpredictable road. So, typical lab rat type of treatment with poor prognosis and them pushing us towards palliative care literally 10 days in, we fought for it all.  They would not transfer him, due to too high of oxygen needs.  Over time, we pushed for blood transfusion and a feeding tube.  He even came home in a hospital bed, but lost 30 pounds and still could not sit up without severe desaturation.

The cocktail of Remdesivir as well as the other EUA drugs did so much damage (especially with already compromised kidneys) with in his first 3-5 days that with no informed consent, he was just on and off all kinds of meds, maybe 30 to 35, total.

He did come home on 2/15/2022, by us insisting that he be with us, and not alone in case he did pass. Although we were completely hopeful and were setting up home health care, after 3 to 4 days home, he had awful pain that no morphine drops helped with, so horrifically, it was back to same ER.  We tried to order a private ambulance with 5 to 6 different companies to send him to a better local hospital, but they don’t come to residences anymore.

We had so many prayer warriors, and personal friends, family, nurses, some nationwide doctors giving advice, subscribing meds that work and investing time into a complete stranger in order to save his life.  Humbling to say the least.  I had never met half of them, literally trying to save my father’s precious life.  Unfortunately, it all came too late.  I researched and found a woman out of DuPage County, who saved her mother with Ivermectin, but needed a judge, court order, local attorney and a Doctor to get this to happen.  She is so blessed and lucky that her efforts worked.  She encouraged me to do the same.  I knew it was late in the treatment, but this made me TRY even harder to do right live-saving thing, and acquire the meds.  We could not tell the staff much, as we knew it would be rejected.

It is my daughter’s adamant belief as well as mine, that our innocent father and grandfather was methodically and medically murdered, neglected and was treated as an experiment based on the deadly mandated protocol. Her word is valid, she was there for 3-plus weeks with her Grandpa watching the doctors and staff.  We had to constantly be his advocate and be in constant communication with the nurses, doctors, staff.

We did not want to cause a scene at AMITA Resurrection Medical Center NW side of CHIAGO since that is where Veronica Wojski (anti-vaxxer conservative, political activist highway bridge warrior) was refused IVERMECTIN.  I believe even with a court order, and she had hundreds of her supporters and her POA fighting for her.  She declined and was vented, left to die.  She was in her 60’s.  It is on the internet for public knowledge as it made several local news outlets. We were scared and knew we had to sneak all the vitamins, and IVM cream in and mix it with other lotion – we called it “Dove Love Lotion.”   We didn’t even want to tell my father what it was as he was extremely high anxiety – panic stricken most of the time there, for fear of him accidentally speaking of it to the staff.

We know this cream was a component in getting his oxygen down to the mid 90’s so he could come home, even though it took 3 weeks to be able to see him to apply it to his hands and feet and stomach area.  It was a very light amount too, but it worked for others so we needed to try!

Moral of the story!  You don’t give the EUA Remdesivir drug plus the Covid Cocktail, despite having some prior issues with his kidneys, and prior pneumonia, no knowledge of his medical history, except pneumonia year prior.  Your death, our dear Jerry, will not be in vain!   Thank you for honoring my father by reading his story.  God bless.