WIFE BELIEVES THAT HOSPITAL RAN TESTS ON HER HUSBAND LOOKING FOR REASONS FOR HER TO SIGN A DNR

Wife Informed that Personal Hygiene was Done for Her Husband in the Hospital, but His Hair was Long, Beard was Full, and He Had Bed Sores

We were in Florida on vacation.  My husband had a tickle in his throat before we left Indiana but just blamed it on seasonal allergies.  He said he felt fine.  We got to Florida on a Saturday, went to Disney Springs, had lunch, and walked a long way.  Next day we went to Disney World and he was fine.  Next day we went to Sea World; he was a little off but still walked around all day and had a good appetite.  Next day we headed to Clearwater as we had reservations for a few days there.  The following day we went to the beach and had lunch; he was starting to cough and not feel great but still getting along and had an appetite.  The next day, Thursday, he did not leave the hotel room and was coughing worse. I asked him if he thought he might have Covid and he said, “no, it is bronchitis; I have had it before. I will be fine.” We had gotten him some Mucinex, cough drops and Benadryl, which he was taking, and Aleve.

On Friday, he had diarrhea all day, didn’t want to eat, was coughing a lot and did not leave the room. On Saturday morning, we headed back to Orlando to our pre-booked room close to the airport as we were flying back to Indiana on Sunday. When we got to the hotel, he was very weak and I had to help him to our room.  He went right to bed.  He continued to get worse and was talking kind of weird or out of his head at times. I was scared because he could hardly stand on his own, so I called 911. They came and took his vitals, which were all fine. He had no fever, his blood pressure was fine, and he wasn’t having any trouble breathing.  They thought he was drunk.  He had not had anything to drink.  I told them he had diarrhea for a couple of days and they said he was probably dehydrated.  They said they would take him to the hospital (Osceola Regional Medical Center, Kissimmee, FL) where they would give him fluids and send him back to the hotel, and we could then be on our way home the following day.  I rode in the ambulance with him and went into the emergency room with him. I asked to use the restroom, which was across the hall, and when I came back not two minutes later, they said I couldn’t be in the room with him because he had Covid double pneumonia in both lungs.  How they knew that in two minutes is mind boggling.

They did ask him upon arrival if he had been vaccinated and he told them he had not. They asked him again several times. I was not allowed to even be in the hospital. I had to wait outside on a bench until I could find a way back to the hotel. I stayed in Orlando a couple more days and talked to my husband on the phone a couple of times. He had very labored breathing and he could hardly talk. He wasn’t getting better; he was getting worse.  I did fly back to Indiana, as I was starting to not feel well myself and the restaurant in the hotel was only open at night, so no place to eat close by and we had already turned in our car and I was out of my vitamins and clean clothes.  I called the hospital to let them know that I would be back.  They called me the following day and said they were going to ventilate him so his lungs could rest.  I told them not to unless it was a matter of life or death.  I never got to talk to my husband; they vented him and transferred him to the hospital where he died.

The doctors and nurses never called me, I had to call them.  About 10 days in, Dr. Hanna told me Kent was not getting any better and would he want to be hooked up to all these tubes and such and wanted me to sign a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR), and I refused.  I let him know Kent wanted to live and had a life worth living and was a man of pure faith.  The few times I talked to the doctor, the DNR was always brought up.  They ran all kinds of tests on Kent looking for reasons so I would sign the DNR, but they couldn’t find any.  They checked for brain activity and blood clots.  Kent was fighting to live and come home.  I know he was!  They did a tracheotomy on him after the second week saying he would recover better and were supposed to do a PEG tube at the same time and didn’t.  Kent had no nutrition for at least a week that I know of.  I was crying and begging them to feed him because he needed the nutrition in order to keep his strength up.

After a week, they finally got him the PEG tube.  I also begged them to let me come be with him, that I would wear whatever protective gear they wanted me to wear, but they said it was against protocol until he was out of Covid ICU.  I kept asking to have him checked for Covid so he could get out of the Covid ICU. It took me harassing them every day for over a week to get them to check him and they said he still showed positive.  

The day before Kent died, they called me at 11:30 pm on Monday to tell me he wasn’t going to make it and I needed to get there as soon as possible.  I got the next flight out and was at his bedside at 9:00 am.  They had me wear all the protective gear and I got to be with my husband as he passed.  The hospital had just my husband and one other guy in the Covid ICU.  The beds were all empty. The hospital was dirty and they were under construction, so I’m sure they needed the money from my husband’s death to help complete their project.  

My husband had not been groomed the entire time he was there.  His hair was long and his beard was full.  They tell you they bathed him but he had bed sores and looked awful and I wonder if they bothered cleaning him.  

I know I have left a lot out of my story as I sit here sobbing and re-living it all but I know in my heart that they didn’t even try to keep him alive because he wasn’t vaccinated and he was 70 years old but I also know he should still be here with me.  He was healthy and vibrant, still working every day contributing to our society and was loved beyond words and they murdered him!  Please help me get justice for him and others so he didn’t die in vain!

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