A Strange Man Came Into My Hospital Room To Administer The Last Rites
A Strange Man Came Into My Hospital Room To Administer The Last Rites
New York, Kenmore Mercy Hospital
Cheryl Moran’s journey through the harrowing corridors of a healthcare system upended by COVID-19 protocols reveals a tale of survival, resilience, and the undeniable spirit to reclaim autonomy over one’s health decisions. Her story, as documented by The Remembrance Project, stands as a testament to the human will’s triumph over prescribed narratives of despair and helplessness.
In November 2021, Cheryl sensed the onset of illness. With a trip to California looming, she sought preemptive care, only to find herself progressively weakening. Her brother’s intervention led to an urgent care visit, revealing alarmingly low oxygen levels and the beginning of a harrowing hospital journey. Admitted immediately, Cheryl found herself navigating a labyrinth of hospital protocols, isolated without the ability to receive visitors, and increasingly detached from the outside world.
Under the care of a compassionate physician, yet still heavily sedated and weakened, Cheryl’s condition stabilized enough for her to move out of ICU. Yet, it was on the hospital’s second floor where she was administered Remdesivir, despite her prior knowledge and explicit refusal of the drug. This moment underscored a chilling reality of her hospital stay: the erosion of patient consent and autonomy, exacerbated by the hospital’s rigid adherence to protocol over individual patient needs.
Dr Gough was kind; the icu nurses were fine; the floor nurses and staff were mean and ugly; treating me with disdain and disrespect. In the middle of the night, a strange, dark and cold feeling man came into my room and gave me last rites. Neither i, nor my family were ever told that they were going to do this. Another night, a black man came into my room and gave me a bath, with no specific uniform on, and no identification. I began to envision myself as a wounded warrior
THEY DIDN'T START REMDESIVIR UNTIL AFTER I WAS MOVED FROM ICU TO THE 2nd FLOOR, on DAY 15 or 16. They didn't tell me about it, and when i woke up in the middle of the night with a dr hanging a bag, i asked what it was, and he said it was remdesivir, i told him NO, i refuse it, i don't want it, but he shrugged and said well, it's already hooked up now, and that was possibly the fourth day. I was so weak, i just let it go.
I was able to have visitors during this time; my friend brought me ivermectin, and i mixed it with yogurt and ate it for three days. I began to feel better. The nurses and the doctor kept wondering why i was improving, but i knew that if i didn't get that into my body i was going to die. The called me a MIRACLE!!!
Cheryl’s recount of her experience illuminates the deep-seated issues within a healthcare system overwhelmed by a pandemic. Nurses withheld essential medications, and she endured prolonged periods of neglect, exacerbating her condition. Her narrative brings to light the inhumane treatment faced by many, where basic dignity and patient rights were disregarded.
he ICU staff were fine; the staff on the 2nd and 4th floors were nightmares; they ignored my bathroom needs, the travel nurses would come in high; they would mess with my meds, telling me i didn't need them even though the dr had ordered them; i had to beg for my anti-anxiety medication at night; i told them they were inhumane and shouldn't even be there; i was gaslighted, harrassed and bullied by the attendants; they refused to bathe me and made me sit in my urine and stool for up to two hours at times. These nightmarish things made me think that i was going to die!
The turning point in Cheryl’s ordeal came from her insistence on Ivermectin, a decision she credits with her eventual recovery. Despite facing resistance and ridicule, her determination to follow a treatment path aligned with her research and understanding underscores a critical message: the importance of informed patient choice and advocacy in one’s healthcare journey.
Cheryl’s story is a poignant reminder of the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. Her experience sheds light on the pressing need for a healthcare system that prioritizes patient welfare, informed consent, and compassionate care above rigid protocols. As The Remembrance Project continues to document such narratives, it’s a call to action for those affected by COVID-related protocols or policies to share their experiences. By doing so, they contribute to a growing chorus demanding accountability, transparency, and a healthcare system that truly serves the needs of humanity.
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Remembering is good, however if someone is being murdered in a hospital, and their phone isn't taken away and they still have the ability to cry out for help then we need a system of protection within the prison like hospital setting.
Sounds to me like DEI is alive and well in that hospital if I had to guess.?