COVID-19 Humanity Betrayal ㅤ Memory Project

My husband and I drove to Pittsburgh to attend a 3 day religious conference the last weekend in September of 2021.  When we got home we were made aware of the fact some at the conference had tested positive for covid.  My husband developed a bad cold but did not immediately think he had covid.

I have Multiple Myeloma and was in recovery from having a stem cell transplant in May that left me extremely vulnerable to infections since my immune system had been wiped out by the chemotherapy prior to the transplant.  My husband had been a stellar caregiver, nursing me back to health.

I believe when he began to suspect he might have covid and when his breathing became labored he felt it necessary to go get oxygen at the hospital and be tested.  When the test was positive I believe he chose to stay there to avoid infecting me.  I spoke to him on the phone a few times in the first few days and he assured me he would get better and hopefully be home soon.

My husband had no other serious health problems, no heart or blood pressure issues.  He was generally a healthy man who enjoyed life and was the rock in our family.

He entered the hospital on Wednesday and by Friday I too was coughing.  My children encouraged me to contact online Dr’s.  While full of compassion, the Dr I spoke to said he could not prescribe ivermectin for me because of my condition and the drugs I was on but that I MUST contact my Dr and get an inhaler and start taking taking Robitussin.  I think if my husband had stayed home and had taken Ivermectin he would be alive.

My adult children avoided coming in my house while I was sick and I managed on my own to survive doing what I had been advised and hoped to see my husband return home, but I received a call on Saturday,  I think, from the Dr. treating my husband letting me know he had been ventilated the night before.  I never spoke to him again.  I had to get the patient advocate involved when I asked the Dr to please keep me updated.  The Dr told me they didn’t have time to make phone calls.  How else were family members locked out of the hospital to know the condition of their loved one?

I was told he had been paralyzed so he would not struggle with the ventilator.  Then I was told they were trying to wake him up but were not getting response.  Then I was told his kidneys were failing and they asked me if I would agree to hospice palliative care.  I told them ABSOLUTELY NOT!!  I Insisted he be fed and given fluids and every possible treatment was to be done to keep him alive!  The next day I was told he isn’t going to make it.  The following day I received a call at 8 AM letting me know he had died.

There was no sense in this!  I firmly believe remdesivir killed him, not covid.  If I could survive covid in my weakened condition alone in my house then surely a hospital could have done more to help him survive than the drugs he was given.  He died on Nov 2.  His funeral was not until Nov 22, the Monday before Thanksgiving because other members in our family also tested positive for covid one after the other and it took a while for us all to get better.  The only one of us who died, my husband, was supposedly getting the best treatment.

My husband was overweight when he went in the hospital.  When I saw him in his casket, he was unbelievably thinner.  His shirt collar (size 17) was considerably loose and his suit coat was sunken in where his stomach would have filled it out.  No one loses that much weight that fast who hasn’t been deprived of food.