The Hospital Death Trap
Denied food, water, and a voice- ow one man became a victim of the FDA's deadly COVID protocol
Methodist West Hospital, Harris County, Texas
Thank you for letting me tell Todd’s story and my continuing battle to advocate for Todd and the brutal treatment he endured and that ultimately ended his life. This set of tragic events started April 2nd, 2021. My late husband, Todd was insistent we get vaccinated for Covid, he was so concerned about our family and he was making sure we could all be safe. My youngest son was a select baseball player and he wanted to make sure we could travel to all the games and be there to support. He spent multiple days and countless hours trying to get me and him a vaccination appointment, and he finally secured us times at a CVS pharmacy not far from our home.
I took my first shot, Moderna, on April 1, 2021. Within hours after the vaccine, I felt awful but was still able to function and was okay. I begged Todd not to go and to wait a few days to get his vaccine too make sure I was going to be okay- he was 9 years older than me. Todd insisted and went and got the vaccine. Within about 2 hours of him being home he was feeling bad, within 5hours he was lethargic and sleeping, and would not eat or drink. I did manage to get some Gatorade down him and he slept all night. The next day, he did get up but was still very tired, felt bad and just slept. I finally took him to the Urgent Care right by our house and the Doctor there told us that his oxygen level was very low and to get him to the ER ASAP. I took Todd to the ER at Methodist West Houston and walked him into the Emergency Room. At that time, only patients were allowed in.
For nearly a week, Todd's doctor REFUSED to treat him AT ALL, until he signed permission to intubate against his will.
They admitted Todd and he called me often and said they were admitting him. He was admitted to a Covid unit that was isolated specifically for Covid patients. I was not allowed to see him at all as they had banned any family or outside people from entering the hospital. They did give him Remdesivir and some other medications and Todd seemed to improve and we thought he was going to be released on that Monday April 5th- he said he felt fine and was ready to come home. The day went by and he had not been released and Todd called and said they were keeping him one day longer. Then within hours he started falling ill again and by Wednesday he needed additional care and support, The doctor on his case were refusing to allow him to go into the ICU because we refused to sign the intubation form, after we had been told if they intubated him his chances of survival were slim to none. There was a black female doctor on the team that was ready to intubate him that day, but Todd was still walking, talking eating and self-sufficient.
This was one of the worst experiences I have ever had. Todd was isolated for 7 days and then I finally was able to get access to him. There were multiple doctors and they kept pressuring Todd to sign the form that they could intubate him- in fact he was denied access to the ICU until he signed the form and the leading doctor said I refuse to treat any patient that will not allow us to do everything necessary we may require, including intubation. The nurse were even shocked and begging for this doctor to be overridden- I even tried to work through the higher level hospital staff and no one would respond or even give me the time of day. We had like 3 or 4 doctors and even one of the young doctors was running interference because this man had such an hate for Todd- he was on a mission to murder him.
I begged Todd to move to another hospital and the doctor set up the transfer without my knowledge because he said we were being difficult and not cooperating and refusing treatment. Called Todd an awful, hateful patient. I was finally allowed access into the room on Wednesday night and stayed the night with him to make sure he got care. No one ever came in and he was ignored. Thank God I was there. Then on Thursday we were given an ultimatum- sign the forms too allow for intubation and Todd could go to ICU to get better treatment or the doctor would just let him die in the Covid unit with no care, which the Nurses nor the Doctor came in his room to support him or treat him. Even the nurses were horrified and begged me to sign the forms because Todd’s condition was worsening, and they told me the Doctor was refusing him treatment and they had to follow orders.
This doctor, who was a contracted foreigner, demonstrated such hatred for Todd, that i truly believe he targeted him for death, The nurses tried to run interference, begging me to just sign the paper so they could treat him!
The nurses were doing treatment on the side to help Todd and do the best they could without angering the doctor. I caved and was desperate and I signed the form for intubation with the understanding that he was not too be intubated unless it was a last resort. We were finally admitted to ICU and the staff there was asking why he had not been admitted sooner- that he should not have been left in the Covid unit that he required more care and they were shocked. The nurse on staff knocked Todd out with some type of medication and immediately put him on a Bi-Pap machine so he could sleep. I stayed with him until 9 PM that night and then all visitors had to leave.
The next morning, I was back up at the hospital and Todd was still asleep- I finally got the nurse to wake him up to eat and drink- he was like a ping pong ball over the weeks he was in ICU- some days really good and some days bad. The whole time Todd kept complaining he had something stuck in his throat and I kept telling the nurses and the doctors and they said it was probably just the air and nothing to worry about. The whole time Todd was on the bi-pap machine they never suctioned the fluid he was trying to cough up out of his mouth or throat. They quit feeding him and put him on liquid food and fluids. Then he just quit talking and was sleeping all the time- it finally got a point the doctors said he was not getting any air to his lungs, and they needed to intubate him. I authorized the procedure.
When the procedure was done- the Doctor told me they had a difficult time getting the tube into Todd’s airway that the fluid Todd had been trying to cough up from his lungs had solidified in his airway and was almost 100% blocked and they had never seen a case this bad or extreme. They had other cases but it was not to this level. It was the worst case any on the entire team had ever seen. At that point the damage to Todd’s lungs was done, he died a couple of times during the procedure and even if he survived his quality of life would be that of most likely a vegetable requiring care around the clock and his lung capacity was so damaged from getting almost no air into his lungs that they had turned fibrotic. The doctors pretty much stopped treatment and quit all care because they could do nothing more- they started end of life discussions. Even though I told them I would not give up- they did.
I was at the hospital everyday from morning until 9PM without fail. By his side. Then the call came in at around midnight to 1AM on May 8th that Todd had taken a turn for the worse and his oxygen levels were depleting, and the doctor had ordered no more care- Todd had a DNR. No doctor was even present when he died and the team told me the doctor has no intention of being at the hospital. I was there the whole time and I watched him die and I held him and I begged him to fight I begged the medical team and they just stood and watched, crying because they were given a directive. I think it was a mercy killing, I believe Todd was medically euthanized. I lost him May 8th 2021. Todd was a fighter, and he fought hard for 30 plus days- the team not doing their job and ultimately allowing that fluid to dry in his lungs like cement to almost 100% closure was the end of his life. The misusage of the Bi-Pap machine and application is definitely a huge cause in his death.
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There are so many haunting parallels in this criminal story of Todd’s to my own harrowing experience as a neglected and mistreated patient in September, of 2021. My own family dismissed my recounting of my experience as a wild hallucination, so I was very cautious to openly talk about it. Now I realize I must publish and share my experience. I narrowly survived extreme neglect with the premeditated intentional utilization of “Protocol” to profit monetarily from my expected death if by recording it as a COVID Statistic. As a helpless patient just barely clinging to life, I was hated for who I was in my situation. It seemingly would be the perfect crime to make an example out of me!
My case however, has a number of differences and distinctions from Todd’s: I never had COVID. I was never vaccinated. I had been dead on arrival to the hospital, by cardiac arrest. Miraculously, I was resuscitated, put into an induced coma, and my unconscious body was refrigerated for two days. It was expected that I would be a vegetable, however also miraculously, I came back to consciousness and full mental faculties eight days later.
I found myself in the Neurological ICU. I wasn’t told what happened to me, so my only assumption was that I had a very nasty bad case of COVID. I had no voice. I was intubated. I was extremely weak and fragile and could tell I was close to the point of death. I was drowning from the fluid collecting in my lungs, and I did not have the strength or ability to adequately cough it up. I was fortunate that four members of my family were visiting me regularly, one at a time, during visiting hours. Since I could not talk, my family assisted me in trying to write notes with a pen on lined paper. At first I could not grip and hold the pen, and then I could only fit three or four letters onto the whole sheet of paper. With patience, I regained sufficient motor skills over several days to become a writer! I also had the perception that I could whisper, although I was told that I couldn’t very well.
So after a few days of this, I was alone in the morning without any family member advocating at my bedside. My nurse who signed in on the whiteboard as “Super-Hero”, loathed me. I asked her in my clearest whisper:”What is it that is ailing me so much?” My nurse responded in the righteous intonation of a put-down:” You have COVID! And YOU are an IDIOT, being UNVACCINATED! Fat chance you will even live much longer!”
So my nurse confirmed my assumption that I was dying of COVID. I knew I was in big trouble, and I could readily tell that I was quickly losing my battle to even breathe. I whispered a plea to nurse “Super-Hero” that I urgently needed a pad of paper and a pen so that I could write a final note of my sincere regrets to my partner. I vocalized “If my breathing gets any worse, I am so afraid I won’t make it! . . .
Clearly, my nurse heard me very well:”OH, I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT!!” She was suddenly so giddy and excited with a springing frenzy and wild dancing step. “I WILL BE BACK IN FIVE MINUTES!” And she danced out of my room. I knew instantly that something was very off with the way she was so triggered, and her bizarre response. Certainly I whispered the wrong thing. I should never have revealed that I felt close to dying. Six minutes elapsed on the wall clock. . .Suddenly “Super-Hero” triumphantly re-entered my ICU room doorway, accompanied by four burly men in matching zippered jumpsuits in the corporate color of the hospital, and they had a gurney! My nurse specifically instructed the four men to station themselves at my doorway to “WAIT FOR HIM TO EXPIRE” !!! And my nurse departed and left.
This was my worst most harrowing nightmare. HOW DARE MY NURSE! In my head I was fuming and fully defiant: GOD DAMMIT! I WILL NOT LET MYSELF SUCCUMB TO HER DEATH WISHES! I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BE A COVID STATISTIC! I WILL FIGHT THIS. . .I WILL LIVE NO MATTER WHAT!!! I was so weakened that I could have died instantly, had I given up. The jumpsuit guys had no interest in my wellbeing and only huddled together cracking jokes and small talk. The psychology of this staging heavily oppressed me, but I was determined and committed to surviving this atrocity. I was most afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fight to live through this for hours on end. The threat was palpable.
Every five to ten minutes, nurse “Super-Hero” would peek in through my door to see if I was still breathing. I protested in my most fierce whisper “THIS IS NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR!” She enunciated her response to me as “T H I S. IS. P R O T O C O L!” “Here’s your damned pad of paper!” She tossed it at me and left.
Another insufferable hour and a half passed on the clock. “Super-Hero” returned for another look-see, as I shook my head and wiggled my hands under their restraining straps. This time she was sullen, and in her exact words she uttered: “OH, HE’S NOT GOING TO DIE YET. . .YOU GUYS CAN GO NOW. “
Weakened as I was, I felt victorious. I won my battle! Still, this so-called nurse offered nothing to help me, and she left again. About another hour went by, and two doctors on their rounds came in to check on me. They noticed that I was very much struggling to breathe, and immediately began to suction out all the phlegm and fluid in my throat. Suddenly I could breathe better and I thanked them. .
I asked them about my “COVID”. They heard my whisper well enough and were both taken aback at my question. “YOU DON’T HAVE COVID. YOU DON’T HAVE COVID AT ALL! WHO TOLD YOU THAT? WHAT YOU HAVE IS PNEUMONIA. . . .AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE OKAY!!” Good and healing doctors for sure! They explained how I already had returned from death, and they were so proud of me and my progress. I was very lucky there was also a team of physicians dedicated to keeping me alive. After another week I was transferred to the Cardiology ICU, and I never crossed paths with my “Super-Hero” ever again!! I won.
Actually, the vaccines were never about curing people, they were about making investors in WHO richer than they already are and the more people they got vaccinated, the more money they got paid by doing so - so if you were injured or are now dead, well, you did not matter, you served your purpose which was to be exterminated as Human Rubbish while making those who invested in WHO considerably richer and you still can, for the same reasons now, the next time you have another vaccine:
The WHO offers donors a 3,400% return on investment, openly promoting “at least $35 for every $1 invested.”
WHO’s Directing Global Health Policy?”
Published by the Australian Medical Professionals’ Society (AMPS), June 2025
Purpose of the Report
This independent investigation by AMPS critically examines the World Health Organization’s (WHO) funding mechanisms, focusing on the top-100 non-country donors to the WHO’s voluntary contributions for specified purposes in 2022–2023. The report aims to evaluate whether these funding arrangements compromise the WHO’s independence, especially given its central role in new global health treaties such as:
The 2024 Amendments to the International Health Regulations (IHR).
The WHO Pandemic Treaty/Agreement.
Key Findings
Donor Influence and Return on Investment
The WHO offers donors a 3,400% return on investment, openly promoting “at least $35 for every $1 invested.”
Ian Brighthope
Dr. Vernon Coleman: How Drug Companies Bribed Doctors to Vaccinate, Vaccinate and Vaccinate
How sad it is that doctors have sold themselves, and now conspire against the people they have sworn to protect.
Lioness of Judah Ministry
Jun 25, 2025
Me: For investors to get their $35 profit on each $1 spent, they have to force us Human Rubbish to take Big Pharma's products and vaccines and to be exterminated, sooner or later, by a multitude of methods, including Cancers.
Should you wish to make these rich people and companies even richer, by donating your life, then go ahead, make their day and become a GMO with zero Human Rights, or dead, or for anything else Big Pharma comes up with, like "wearables" with the same ultimate intention, to GMO and exterminate us for their money and profit.
So if each investor invests $100 for your free vaccine shot, they are paid "at least" $3,500 back, after your free vaccine injection, multiplied by the numbers of free vaccine shots, they invested in, from the outset. Money for Jam - but if nobody gets a vaccine, then the investors don't make any money, or get anything paid back, do they - so how to get the maximum number of vaccinations made, to make their original investments, pay out handsomely?
We are told "I'm an expert in this field. Trust the science. Follow the science."
Today we are talking with Dr. Mark Sherwood about the so-called "science" behind mRNA vaccines. Let me tell you, there’s nothing scientific about it. It’s all about profit, plain and simple. This administration? They haven’t said a single word against these vaccines, only propping them up like they’re some miracle cure. It’s disgusting, and I’m profoundly disappointed. We’re seeing the same old games, the same old lies, and it’s time we call it out. Thomas Renz - Lawyer 15/07/2025