“MOM WAS TOO YOUNG, SHE WAS THE GLUE, THE ROCK, THE LIFE OF THIS FAMILY”
Daughter Expresses Sorrow Over so Many Medications Hospital Pumped into Her Mom’s Tiny 120-pound body
It was 2:00 AM on Sunday, September 26, 2021, and my sister, Terry, calls me and says "Mom's oxygen is low sis." I rushed to meet Terry and mom at the hospital so I can get mom checked out. Mom worked at this hospital for over 19 years and at first, she resisted going but eventually, she went to the hospital willingly. I got mom checked into the ER and we went to this small closet-like room. They checked her oxygen and it was low; they asked her if she was vaxxed, and I told the nurse, “No.” She asked mom if she had gotten the flu vax and I answered, “No” (mom was out of breath so it was difficult for her to answer any questions much less speak). "Tsk Tsk! Flu season is on its way, you ought to consider it." I told her, "We decline all vaxxes" and the nurse said nothing more. I lied to the nurse and told them that mom was taking Ivermectin, thinking they would allow her to take it once admitted. NOPE! I was wrong.
They wheeled mom back to the ER rooms and I was going to go through those same doors but the nurse said, "You cannot go back there." I asked why not and she said, "Because your mom has COVID." I said "Yeah and I have been around her and my special needs sister who I brought to this hospital yesterday and I stayed with her until 2:00 AM! I am going back with my mom," and she said, “No, you are not.” I realized my mom did not have her cell phone so I drove to Terry's to get it and had to leave it at the front desk of the ER with a note that said, "Before any medical decisions are made, you are to contact her daughter, Genny" and it had my number. Did I get a call? No! Did I get a text? No! I called and called and texted mom's phone for hours, until FINALLY, she answered.
"MOM!!" I yelled. . . "What are they doing to you? How are you feeling?" She said, "I am okay" (hard to talk because she cannot breathe). "They put a mask on me and moved me to a room." I said that was fine and asked the nurse what their protocol was for the remainder of the day/night. She told me that one of the docs will be in to see mom and will most likely order a chest x-ray, run some labs, etc. Once all of this was done, it was confirmed that she had COVID pneumonia. During mom's stay, she was moved a total of three times and had SEVERAL docs and nurses so it was starting to become frustrating as I found myself repeating my questions, not getting any real answers, etc. I took it upon myself to attempt to see mom during my lunch break and I will say that this was all a God thing - working in the medical field and having to wear uniforms, I was able to go in to be with mom every single day during her hospital stay. God knew mom was not going to make it, He knew she was going Home so He allowed me to be with her. There were/are so many traveling nurses going in and out of that hospital, no one during that time ever stopped to question me. So, each day, I would glove up, gown up, and mask up to see her. One nurse asked if I had permission to be in her room, and my response was, "Yes, you can ask her doc." That was the only time it was ever asked.
I would write notes down and ask mom to give them to her doc because they always seemed to see her when I was not in her room. I asked them to give her Ivermectin and they refused. There is so much that went on so I will make this short. Mom's initial doc noted that because mom has NASH (non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver), she was NOT, I repeat NOT a candidate for Remdesivir.
When I read that in her records, I felt a sigh of relief because I figured she would never receive that poison. Then two days later, some idiot doctor came in and ordered that she be given Remdesivir so here we go on this roller coaster of mom's oxygen levels going crazy, her heart rate going sky high, her blood pressure off the charts, black tarry stools, headaches, her liver panel looking insane, and the list goes on and on. On October 5, 2021, while I was at work, I received a call from a nurse who said that they were changing mom's linen and her heart rate is through the roof. I was put on speaker phone to see if hearing my voice would calm her down, it did not work; she was ventilated and moved to what is known as the pods (basement of the hospital that felt creepy). You could feel so much death that occurred in that area.
Another roller coaster of "She seems to be having a good day" to "Come say your goodbyes" to "We are moving her to another floor." This was going in the opposite direction as my sister, Cynthia, who was also ventilated but came off the vent and was on her way home the day mom was vented. For a week or so, I was going from one building to another at the hospital to visit them both. I truly believe that sneaking in Ivermectin saved my sister's life!!
We had so MANY weeks of not knowing what the hell was going on; none of us really understood what was happening but there was a point where I felt that mom's resistance in the very beginning was her intuition. She KNEW she was not coming out of that hospital alive and I should have just let her stay home, and asked her primary care physician to order the infusion for her (which was now available to all who had COVID and there were not stupid "criteria" to meet). We eventually got to where everyone was feeling better in the family so we all started to take shifts from 7 AM - 7 PM. Someone was with mom every hour and we would update one another in the family group chat. I really began to investigate, research, and learn what the "magic" numbers were to get mom off of the vent and this is when we honed in on getting mom trached. We would come so close and her numbers would spike high or dip low and they would tell us that she was not able to tolerate being trached. Mom was so SENSITIVE to all of the freakin' meds they were pumping in her tiny 5’2” 120-pound body. She was not one to take meds, not even over-the-counter meds. She always took vitamins and supplements, that was all.
October 20, 2021, was the first time we were told that mom was going to die. We were so shattered and speechless. Looking back, I now know that sepsis and staph played a big part in her illness. Not only was she being pumped with all the crap, but they also were not turning her so she was developing a bed sore that would eventually turn black. Thinking back, I could not imagine mom making it with that massive bed sore; the pain she would be in, kills me!
Mom was transferred to a continued care hospital and this is where so many workers recognized her and told us that they would do everything they could to save her. The goal was to have mom home or in rehabilitation by the holidays. It never happened. I could hear the nurses talking, wondering why her Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter line was done this way (they shared the building with the hospital where mom was initially admitted so it took a few elevator rides to the continued care hospital). They wondered why it looked like this and why this was not done correctly. Mom was also receiving insulin injections. I remembered telling one nurse over on the pods, "You know, mom was never a diabetic so I am not sure why she is getting insulin." She said, "Honey, it is because of the type of food she is getting through her feeding tube." So much crap was being put in her tiny body.
I was able to spend the nights with her at continued care and I did that every chance I got. I was there spending the night on the night she passed away. It was truly a traumatizing experience that I will never forget. This whole ordeal was uncalled for, ridiculous, heartbreaking, soul-crushing, mind-blowing, and maybe even unforgivable. I spoke in her ear the night she was dying, telling her that it was okay to go. She fought so hard (mom almost died 2-3 times before this night). I told her that I loved her, that her kids, her friends, and her family loved her, and that we will take care of Cynthia, my special-needs sister.
Mom was too young, she was the glue, the rock, the life of this family. We are still in disbelief that she is gone. I promised her justice!!
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Sorry about this hell you were put through, like so many others.
Now my sons of 28 and 26 understand...or they would if they dared to fully listen...why I told them from early on that they were never, ever under any circumstances to take me to any hospital.
Been there. Not good.
I am so so sorry for what you went through. I cannot even imagine the pain you felt. I went through something very similar with my mom in the hospital when she had covid but I was fortunate enough to get her out and find a doctor who was compassionate enough not to give her remdesivir which was the standard protocol. They put her on a DNR without my permission and laughed it off when I called them out. They told her she wouldn't make it through the night when she was admitted because she was not vaccinated and she called me crying to say goodbye. It was the absolute worst experience of our lives and I will never forget nor will I forgive. My heart and prayers are with you and your family.