Michael didn’t have to die. Michael started feeling unwell about the second week of Sept of 2021. He said he was feeling chilled and achy. We didn’t think much about it as we were also sick in our household. I had messaged Mike that we weren’t feeling well and not to come over and play cards as we usually did every night That’s when I found out he and his girlfriend at the time were also sick.
On the 15th of Sept of 2021, my family was diagnosed with pneumonia, and strep throat. Our father who lives with me was diagnosed with double pneumonia. We were put on doxycycline, prednisone, and ivermectin. I messaged Mike and told him what we were dealing with and he said he was feeling crappy and that his girlfriend was still sick as well. On the 16th of Sept, I started going over to check on Michael and would leave chicken noodle soup by his front door to give them nourishment. I was still sick and didn’t want to give it to them.
By the 17th, I went in to check on Michael and Ronda as I’d been on antibiotics for a full 48 hrs and feeling better. I brought Michael my antibiotics to start taking in case he had what we had. I checked his oxygen and it was in the low 90’s high 80’s. I told him I’d be back tomorrow to check on him and he said ok. I went back to his house and checked on him only to find out his girlfriend had taken his antibiotics for herself even though she had her own!! I was livid and told Mike I was taking him to urgent care.
We took him and his girlfriend to urgent care and they were in there for an hour and a half. Once they were done in there, we took Michael back home and took his girlfriend over to Target to get their medications. We finally got hers and I asked her where my brother’s medications were and she said they were still waiting on them and that the urgent care must be slow. I got my phone out so I could call the urgent care to see what’s going on and that’s when the girlfriend told me she may have misunderstood them and that there wasn’t any medication for my brother. I was confused.
I took her back to their house and told Michael I’d be back the next day to check on him. I went back the next day and after checking his oxygen levels and finding them low, I took him to an ER that I had been told wouldn’t vent him. They kept him for 6 hrs and he came home on oxygen and steroids. I asked him how he felt and he said better so I was relieved. He seemed to be doing better with the home oxygen and I told him I’d like to get him some vitamin IV treatments and he said yes, he’d like that.
We set it up for that following Wednesday, the 22nd of Sept. The IV person came in and said he could not give the treatment to my brother because his oxygen was too low and that he needed to go to the ER. His girlfriend talked him into it and that is how my brother ended up in the ER.
I fought with his girlfriend that he should not go to ER, that they would kill him but she stopped talking to me until he was already gone. He was asked in the ambulance ride to the ER if he had been vaxxed and he said No. When he arrived at the VA hospital, they immediately wanted to vent him and told him that if he did not agree to be vented, he would die. He told them the same day he arrived that he wanted to go home and die. I called to check up on him and told the male nurse that Michael was NOT to be given Remdesivir. He said ok. I didn’t find out until after he passed and I received some of his medical records that he was given Remdesivir the first day he was admitted and every day until he was released.
The only way we could get Michael home was to threaten to go to the news channels and only then did they release him. Michael told me that Saturday when he was finally home that they didn’t give him anything to eat or drink while he was there, and that he had to have his bipap on and he could not breathe with it on. I immediately started him on doxycycline and ivermectin and as I was putting the tablets in his mouth, I noticed how bloody his mouth looked. I left him with his girlfriend so he could get some rest and told him I’d see him tomorrow. I said I love you and his last words to me were: I love you too, sis. I never saw my brother alive again.
