NURSE WILL NOT ALLOW SON TO SEE HIS FATHER ON HIS DEATH BED, EVEN THOUGH DOCTOR HAS GIVEN PERMISSION

When Family Finally Allowed to See Their Loved One in Hospital, They are Shocked at His Unrecognizable Appearance - His Eyelids, Nose, Ears, Hands and Feet are Very Swollen

Matthew 7:13-14 “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

Anybody who knew Anthony Victoria personally, knows that he entered through the small gate and the narrow road to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Although it has been a painful nine months since his passing, we are delighted in joy to know, he is not in a better place, but the best place, HEAVEN!

After about five days of not feeling good and also contracting gout during that time, we took my husband to our family doctor on November 2, 2021. He proceeded with the diagnostic tests and also took blood. He sent him home with gout medicine and that was it. He never called us back with the results of any of the tests or blood work. Needless to say he didn’t care, because we had different views than him politically. He told my aunt who also used him as her family doctor that the military should come to our houses and force people to get the vaccine or arrest us.

Five days later after not getting any better, we drove him to Mission Viejo Hospital. We walked him into the hospital where they ran some diagnostic tests on him, saw that his oxygen was extremely low and he was having a hard time breathing. The hospital immediately kicked us out after that. They put him on oxygen and continued to run some tests on him. They called us shortly after notifying us that my husband had been diagnosed with pulmonary embolism and Covid-19 pneumonia. They told us that he could not have any visitors; it didn’t matter if we had negative Covid tests or if we were fully vaccinated and boosted. He could not have any visitors at any time!

They admitted him into the Covid unit at the hospital. After just that one night of being at the hospital, we talked to my husband on the phone. He sounded weak but better, we could tell. He reassured us that he was feeling way better and he should be home soon. Later that day, sometime in the evening, his doctor called us, Doctor Panochellia. He told us that Anthony needed to be put on a ventilator if he was to survive. We told him NO, but he kept insisting that he should be put on a ventilator. The next morning, we talked to my husband on the phone where he told us that Doctor Panochellia told him he should consider going on a ventilator and he refused. He told us that his doctor didn’t understand  and that he didn’t trust him. So, we called the hospital that same day and fired Doctor Panochellia and requested a new doctor.

It took the hospital the next day to assign him a new doctor. In the meantime, Doctor Panochellia started him on Remdesivir. Once we were assigned a new doctor, Doctor Coley, we told him that we would like Anthony off of Remdesivir; he had only been on it for one day. Doctor Coley asked why we would like him off it, and we explained, after doing some of our own research, that our entire family agreed we didn’t want him on it. He agreed over the phone that he would take him off it. We also asked Doctor Coley if he would let him take his gout medicine since he went into the hospital with gout, and he was telling us that his leg was painful. Doctor Coley agreed to that as well. We specifically told him that Anthony had to be put on a specific gout medicine because he was highly allergic to Motrin and many of the gout medicines. He reassured us that he would take care of it and that Anthony would probably be home in a week but with oxygen.

After we got off the phone with Doctor Coley, we called my husband and notified him that we got him a new doctor and that he was no longer to take any Remdesivir. Anthony was coherent and feeling so much better. A day went by and we thought my husband was in the clear. We called him in the morning when he told us that he had hives all over him from them giving him the wrong gout medicine! We told Doctor Coley and many of the nurses that he was allergic to Motrin and many of the gout medicines and that he needed to be put on a specific kind but they did not listen!

Later that night we called the nursing station to ask how he was doing and to see what they were giving him as far as medicines go. They told us that they had just given him Remdesivir and that he went to bed for the night. We called Doctor Coley the very next morning and asked him why he was giving Anthony Remdesivir and he said that he told Anthony it would be in his best interest to stay on Remdesivir and finish off the dosage. Apparently, he said my husband agreed. After that, it all went downhill.

Doctor Coley called us one night about five or six days after my husband had been admitted to the hospital and told us that he had to have oxygen released from his lungs and that it would be a minor but necessary procedure. After they performed the minor procedure, Doctor Coley called us and said that Anthony had to be put on a ventilator and that was his only chance to survive. Our whole family was devastated with this news. We never got to talk to my husband again after that.

Doctor Coley got off his shift and we were assigned his partner that covers for him which was Doctor Cheng. Doctor Cheng called us shortly after Anthony was put on a ventilator and notified us that Anthony had an ulcer and was losing blood. He said that it was necessary to give Anthony blood transfusions. On Thursday, November 18, we called the nurses’ station like we did every day the moment Anthony had been admitted to the hospital. We called and called all day - no one picked up and no one returned our calls for the entire day.

The next morning, November 19, we got a call from Doctor Cheng saying that Anthony had gone into cardiac arrest and that we were to come to the hospital immediately. On the way to the hospital, my two sons and I were crying and in shock. We called the rest of our family and told them all to meet us at Mission Viejo Hospital. My two boys and I arrived and were led straight to my husband’s room, which was in the Covid unit. We were required to wear face masks and aprons before entry. When we got into my husband’s room, he was unrecognizable! His face was swollen! His eyelids, his nose, his ears, and his hands were swollen, as well as his feet, as if he had some type of allergic reaction. My boys and I were crying and in shock; we couldn’t believe the number of tubes that were in my husband and his state of being!

I stayed in my husband’s room while I held his hand and cried on his shoulder. My two boys went down to the parking lot to gather our entire family. The hospital wouldn’t let anyone up to see Anthony, only his youngest sister, Priscilla. They proceeded to put the rest of our family in a room somewhere in the hospital, where they made it known that they were upset that our family would all show up under circumstances like these (Covid pandemic).  My sister-in-law, Priscilla, and I FaceTimed with a tablet the whole family so everyone could tell Anthony how much they loved him and that everyone was praying for him.

While Priscilla and I were up there with Anthony, we kept on getting harassed by a couple of nurses. They kept on insisting that we put Anthony on comfort care and take him off the ventilator. After many times answering them saying we will let God decide what’s best for Anthony, they kept insisting that we take him off the ventilator. One nurse even said that she was getting push-back from her supervisor for us to make a decision. They were so persistent that they waited outside the bathroom to ask me again about putting him on comfort care and taking him off the ventilator after I specifically said we would not be doing that. Their final plea to us was that if we took him off the ventilator and put him into comfort care, they would let our whole family come up and say goodbye to Anthony. Ultimately, we stuck to our beliefs as Christians and let God decide what was best for Anthony. We did not take him off the ventilator or put him into comfort care. After Priscilla and I made our decision, we had to leave - we were no longer welcome to stay with Anthony.

My oldest son called Doctor Cheng to ask if he could go up to his father’s room one more time to stay goodbye to him. Doctor Cheng gave my son the approval to go up there and say goodbye to his father. When my son got to the Covid unit, all of the nurses would not let him in. He told them that Doctor Cheng approved it and they still denied him access. It was quite clear that, after we did not take Anthony off the ventilator or put him on life support, we were the enemies. It was as if they were doing everything in their power to get us to pull the plug on my husband so that they, the hospital, could not be held liable for his death.

After denying my son multiple times to go see his father, he told them how ashamed they all should be and asked them how do they sleep at night knowing that they wouldn’t let them see his father on his death bed! As my son left the Covid unit, one nurse came running after him saying that she would let him in but only for two minutes - anything more than that and he would be escorted out by security. My son said his goodbyes to his dad who was also his best friend; they did everything together! He got two minutes with his father before security escorted him out of his father’s room, escorted him out of the Covid unit and escorted him out of the hospital, as well as escorting the rest of our entire family out of the hospital because my son wanted to say goodbye to his dad, which Doctor Cheng had granted him the authority to do.

Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, later intervened and rescued Anthony from this terrible evil world and corrupt healthcare system and took him up to heaven where he will live for eternity in his true home. Anthony left us that night at 11:00 PM, and since then we have been left with a gigantic hole in our hearts.

Anthony Victoria worked his butt off his entire life to provide for me and our two sons. He worked two jobs for 30 years to give us all of the things he didn’t have growing up as a kid. He was a devoted husband and a man of faith. He was an excellent father, because he was tough on our two sons. He introduced our sons to the Lord and instilled morals and beliefs in them. On top of all that, Anthony was the best Captain hands down. Ask anyone in Long Beach and Los Angeles Harbor and they will agree. Anthony could drive a boat with his eyes closed.

Billy Graham, one of the most renowned preachers to have walked this earth, once said, “the greatest legacy one can pass on to one’s children and grandchildren is not money or other material things accumulated in one’s life, but rather a legacy of character and faith.” My father definitely left my brother and I some very large shoes to fill when it came to having the highest of characters and greatest faith. We will forever miss you, dad, and we love you.

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