HER SISTER, CONFIDANTE, FRIEND AND MOTHER OF FOUR INCREDIBLE CHILDREN LEFT THIS WORLD

Patient Informs Sister, “They Told Me I’m Going to Die Because I’m Not Vaccinated"

On September 24, 2021, my sister, Margaret, was admitted into Pottstown Hospital with double pneumonia, tested positive for Covid.  Monoclonal antibodies were NOT offered; instead, she was given oxygen, Remdesivir and essentially left to lay in a bed for the next 16 (HORRIFIC), days.

My active, healthy 48-year-old sister was not vaccinated and treated like a criminal instead of a patient.  The respiratory specialist asked her if she had a “death wish” and “what kind of mother are you?” 

My sister walked into the hospital and 16 days later, left in a body bag.  Early on they did not encourage her to get up and move around and she was quickly becoming critical.  On October 6 at around 4:00 A.M., I received the first call from hospital doctors asking me to come into the hospital.  On arrival, Margaret was in critical condition and had been moved to the Intensive Care Unit.  She could not breathe on her own, could barely move and her vitals were not stable.     She woke up and looked at me and said, “Denise, they have treated me horribly; they told me I’m going to die because I’m not vaccinated.”  She asked, “am I going to die?”

I couldn’t believe the condition of my sister.  The doctors wanted to ventilate her that day, but I refused.  The next few days were the worst days of my life.  On Friday (October 8) I was called into the hospital again.  Margaret’s oxygen levels were at 80% with oxygen support.  They wanted to turn her onto her belly.  She agreed to try and turn but it was a disaster.  She began to panic and her oxygen level crashed into the 60’s.  Then they told me that she had to be vented; 16 hours later there was a “complication” and my sister began dying. 

My sister has four children and they each visited their mom for the last time.  Their last memory of their mother was a vision that no child should have to witness.  Their beautiful, doting mother, lay attached to machines and bags of medicines, unresponsive and helpless.  On Sunday, October 10, at 9:50 A.M., Margaret’s heart stopped beating.  I died with her that day.  

My sister, confidante, friend, and mother of four incredible children left this world.  Our lives have not been the same.  We will never be the same.  

I do not trust the medical community.  I hold so much guilt.  The loss is indescribable.  How has this been allowed?  So many unanswered questions.  My sister was the most attentive, present mother.  She lived for her children.  The void is deafening.  We are all in therapy.  Will we ever heal?  It has been one year and seven months of reckoning.

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