Then, in the fall of 2020, he had a pacemaker put in.  He’d been having trouble with his heart and everyone thought this would be a good solution.  Unfortunately, the pacemaker was installed incorrectly and things actually got worse for him.  The doctors’ solution was to put him on more prescription drugs, which made him disoriented and depressed, and he was again aspirating his food into his lungs, causing an infection.
 
In December of that year, I took him to his primary doctor because he was sure he had pneumonia.  He did have pneumonia and the doctor immediately placed him on antibiotics for it, and told him it would take a week or so before he started feeling better.  But that wasn’t fast enough for Bob.  That night, he walked into the emergency room on his own, looking for a faster solution.
 
Note that this was at the height of the planned-demic in 2020.  If only I’d known then what I know now, I never would have let him go there.  They immediately stated that he didn’t have bacterial pneumonia, but “COVID pneumonia,” and they admitted him to the hospital.  They had a “fish” on the line and the hook was set.  The first thing they did was take him off the antibiotics his primary doctor had placed him on that very same day.
 
The rest of that week is an odyssey I still find hard to comprehend.  Since there was a so-called “pandemic” going on, there were no visitors allowed.  I called the doctor every day, explaining that this all started shortly after he had a pacemaker put in and he was placed on more drugs, and that he’d been aspirating his food, which caused him to have bacterial pneumonia.  The doctor’s response was, “He had a pacemaker put in? When was that?”
 
Every day I would call and every day he had a different doctor, and every day I had to tell the same story over again.  He had a pacemaker put in. They put him on more drugs that caused him to be disoriented and he’d been aspirating his food.  His primary doctor gave him a prescription for antibiotics and he NEEDS those antibiotics to get better.  And every day, the new doctor would ask, incredulously, “He had a pacemaker put in?  When was that?”
 
I can’t describe the frustration.  It seemed no one knew or cared about Bob’s medical history, no one read any of his charts and no one was doing anything to help.  Furthermore, he was now a “hostage,” because no one was allowed in the hospital.  No visitors.  When I asked about getting him out of the hospital, I was told he couldn’t be released, and if we insisted, it would be “AMA” (Against Medical Advice), which would mean his insurance wouldn’t cover anything and he would be personally liable for enormous hospital bills.
 
This was the time when we were all told the hospitals were “overflowing” with COVID patients.  Patients were stacked up in hallways, because there weren’t enough rooms.  Hospital staff was working 24 hours a day and couldn’t keep up.  It was all a big lie.
 
On the fourth day of his incarceration at the hospital, I WAS allowed to see him, because the doctor told us he was near death.  I was only allowed to go see him because I had clergy credentials, and he was about to die.  That was the one and only time during the whole COVID scam that I wore a mask.  I checked in at the desk, had to be tested for COVID myself, and was finally allowed to go to his room, which was about a mile away.
 
As I walked there, I noticed something that didn’t match the narratives put forth by hospitals, Fauci & Co. and the mainstream media.  The hospital was definitely NOT “overflowing” with patients.  Staff was NOT overwhelmed.  In fact, during that mile-long walk to Bob’s room, I didn’t pass a single doctor, nurse or even anyone pushing a food cart.  The place was deserted.
 
He was in terrible shape, much worse than when he walked into the ER that first night.  And no one knew much of anything about his case.  I demanded he be released to our care.  The only way that could be accomplished was by sending him home on hospice care.  We agreed, and he was to be released at 10 am the next morning.
 
The next morning came and they didn’t release him.  Every hour, we called the unit he was in and no one had even checked on him yet, gotten him dressed or did anything to prepare for his release.  It was 8 pm that night, with freezing rain pouring down, that they finally pushed him out in a wheelchair, nearly dead, and returned him to us, like they were pushing a garbage bin to the dumpster. I had to literally lift him into my van to drive him home.
 
I had hopes of getting him back to health again, getting him back on the antibiotics he needed in the first place, giving him some food (of which he’d had NONE for an entire week).  But the hospice team wouldn’t allow it.  They began their “end of life” regimine with drugs to keep him sedated. Clearly, their only plan was for him to die. There was no option for him to get better.
 
If I’d only known then what I know now.  It was two years later that I learned what had happened to everyone who entered ANY hospital during that time.  It was the “official hospital protocols.”  Anyone with upper respiratory symptoms was immediately labeled a “COVID” patient.  Those who actually had COVID (which Bob did not), were forbidden from receiving life-saving treatments like Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine.  These were banned nationwide. Some families went to court so their loved ones could be given these meds. Some won and survived. Most times, the hospitals won and people died.
 
And the official nation-wide hospital protocol — and the ONLY drug allowed for use in American hospitals for COVID — was Remdesivir.  I didn’t learn of this until two years after Bob died, when multiple doctors and scientists came out and blew the whistle on it. Remdesivir, they said, was actually a bio-weapon. It had been tested in Africa, but so many people died during the tests, that testing was halted.  Yet this is the ONLY drug Fauci allowed for use in our hospitals.
 
It has a long list of adverse effects on the human body, the first of which is upper respiratory distress, quickly followed by kidney failure, followed by “cascading organ failure.” This causes the lungs to fill with fluid; then the patient is placed on a ventilator and suffocated to death.
 
That’s what happened to Bob.  His kidneys, liver and other internal organs failed...all things he’d never had any problems with — until he was kidnapped by the hospital.  Remdesivir literally melts internal organs.  And in return, the hospitals all across this country received hundreds of thousands of dollars per patient in “incentives” to follow this deadly protocol.  Countless people died needlessly, including my father-in-law, Bob.  If only I knew then what I know now. I miss him, every day.

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