Our nightmare began on August 13th, 2021. Richard Eaton, 64 yrs old, my husband of almost 41 years, noticed that he was having difficulty with his sense of smell. He had been working from home previously, but was required to go into the office on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week and meet with coworkers on a project. All three were recently vaccinated, one was not feeling well. Richard was told that he could not come in Thursday because he was not vaccinated, too late. Friday he noticed he had lost his sense of smell. By Monday I was not feeling well and slept for a couple of days. Richard continued to work from home that following week. As the week progressed Richard was feeling worse. Every respiratory illness Rich got always went to his lungs, this was no exception. Usually a dose of antibiotics set him right. This time he seemed to be having a little shortness of breath. I wanted to take him to urgent care, he refused. He felt he was ok and could work through it.

He knew we would not get any help, and would be sent home until he got worse. I was still sick , but felt I was over the worst of it.

By Friday August 21, Richard seemed to be having shortness of breath, he looked a little off. I didn’t know what do. So I got him dressed and told him we were going to the ER. He complied. I still see him standing in the living room telling him that he couldn’t drive..he pursed his lips and looked so sad.  I drove us over to the ER of VIRTUA HOSPITAL,MARLTON, I walked him in. As I was signing him in, someone grabbed him, put him in a wheel chair and rolled him away. I did not get to hug him or kiss him goodbye. As he went through those doors, he called back to me and told me to get checked out too. I didn’t know that was the last time that I would see him conscious and alert, that those would be the last words from him in person.

They took Rich back to an ER room. I don’t know all that happened in there, but I did see from his medical records that he was mocked and probably treated roughly because he was not vaccinated. I did decide to get checked out as well, I was placed in a room in ER. The first question was “were you vaccinated”? I said no. The nurse’s response was to slam things around and was unkind and uncaring. I asked to use a bathroom and was denied because I had “Covid”. Which had not been determined at that point. I was sent for a CT scan of my lungs, I pleaded to use a rest room again. Again I was denied. I was wheeled back to ER, I was covered from neck to feet with a sheet. I felt like I was being shamed for being sick. I asked again to use a bathroom, the nurse slammed more things around , said she’d get a commode. After much time I got a commode, it was covered in a black trash bag, this was where and how I was to relieve myself..in a trash bag. Because of my treatment in the ER, I’m sure that my husband was not treated any better.      

I also saw in my husband’s medical records that he was “talked into agreeing to be vented”. It was noted that Rich had previously said that he did not want to be vented. They also mocked him because he had chosen not to get an experimental vaccine. Richard was admitted to ICU. I missed his call telling me that he was going to ICU and was going to be vented. I was getting CT scan. My heart broke when I heard that voicemail, I knew a vent meant almost certain death. It turned out that he was put on an Hi-VNI device, he wasn’t vented. I was relieved.

I was also admitted to the hospital in a room. I guess on pulmonary/covid floor, they called intensive care. The nurses on the floor came in and also slammed things around. She injected something so quickly into my IV line that I got violently nauseous. I don’t know what it was, but I do know that you don’t push something that quickly into someone. I had to keep asking for water, I finally got some by evening. I did find the info to order food and liquids. I think I saw the food delivery people more than a nurse or doctor. A doctor did come in shortly after I was admitted, he looked at me and said in broken English that “you no so bad , you live..”. I asked if he saw my husband , he said “ he no good, he die”. I was shocked that a doctor talks like that, and that he had determined that my husband would die . 

Did they just see him as a dead man walking. He had just been admitted, he walked in, and was generally healthy. He did not have a care plan for Rich, or nothing that he shared with me. He also did not have a plan for me. I did text Rich a couple of times, I told him I was afraid that he would die. I had been made fearful by the doctor who said he would die. It had never entered my mind that Rich could die, he wasn’t that sick. Richard said “I’m not going to die”. He sounded so much better, and I was sure he’d be fine. I did find out by reading our medical records that we were both given Remdesivir. We were NOT informed of the risks, nor were we asked to consent to it. At the time Remdesivir was an EUA drug with black box warnings. The WHO advised against using it because it was ineffective, had a high death rate and severely injured organs. It destroyed kidneys, liver, heart. We did not know any of this. Richard was also given Barcinitib, also an EUA drug with black box warnings, known to injure lungs and hearts, contraindicated for heart issues.                                                                                     

At about 8-9 am on August 23 rd, Richard coded, he was compressed for 3 minutes and was shocked 3 times. He was revived and vented. I believe that those two medications caused Richard to code. Both drugs were continued after he coded. Barcinitib is CONTRAINDICATED for anyone with heart issues. Why did they continue it .

The most info that I got from a doctor after Rich coded was that Rich was doing well on the vent, the settings were being lowered and they hoped to do breathing challenges to get him off of the vent. The next time I talked to the Dr., he sounded confused and surprised. He told me that someone fiddled with the settings on the vent..the settings had been set higher . After that the Dr.s didn’t talk to me much. I think I spoke to a doctor maybe 4-5 times during the 19 days of his hospitalization.

Richard went downhill after the vent was cranked up. So now having been intubated, Richard was placed on continuous propofol, fentanyl and midazolam. The Remdesivir (5 days)and Barcinitib (13 days) was continued. He was given insulin, blood thinners, lasix for fluid retention. He developed low blood pressure from Remdesivir . They later added Haldol and phenobarbital to the mix. He was given so many things..Richard was given vecuronium, a chemical paralytic. He was also put into restraints. Richard was isolated the entire time of his hospitalization. I tried to ask for other treatments like higher doses of vitamin C , D3, zinc, ivermectin, HCQ, budesonide…I was mocked and denied. I asked several times, The doctor told me he would not do it because he had taken an oath to do no harm…he was killing my husband. Rich was denied any effective treatment. He was getting the cookie cutter, mandated protocol treatment.

There was very little communication from the doctors, I don’t think cardiology treated him for the heart attack, nobody talked to me. The medical records said he had a bleeding incident and became anemic overnight. I was never told. There was an incident with the vent and air escaping, I wasn’t told. They lied and said they asked for consent on many things, or that they informed me . They did not! I read that they had stopped his feeds, that he probably was not adequately nourished. Not told. NOT TOLD!!!! His organs were failing because of the remdesivir and other drugs, NOT TOLD. I called the hospital daily, I was told the settings on the vent . Sometimes I was told he had a good night, or some such thing ..but never given any real information. I was in agony, that I could not be with my husband who was on a vent, isolated and alone with no one to help him or advocate for him. Not allowed to just hold his hand and talk to him.

How can he have any chance to recover when he was on continual propofol, fentanyl, midazolam and vecuronium? These cut down respiration. They jacked up the vent, this blows out the lungs. They knew the vents were killing people, blowing their lungs..I was told that Rich was at that point. Told his blood gases were bad, his lungs were bad, his heart was going bad.  I got a call from palliative care, she said that my husbands heart was not good and that he would probably code.  She was kind of screeching at me and said “Do you want us to pound on his chest and hurt him, do you want us to shock him , to send electricity through his body ? Do you?” She was nasty and was bullying me to consent to a DNR. I was shocked that this person spoke to me like that. I found out latter that there should have been a meeting with me and Drs about palliative “care”. There was not . She then proceeded to tell me how bad my husbands blood gases were , how bad his lungs were, how bad his heart was. Then she started talking about removing the vent and letting him die. I told them I needed time, time to talk to family, time to pray.  I did those things, we decided it was time to let him go. I didn’t want him to code again, I didn’t want him to die alone.

Palliative said I could not be with him…why…fear of community spread. Really??? I found out later, in the medical records that once I agreed to the DNR, they had started giving Richard morphine ..to be increased 1 mg every 30 minutes. They were euthanizing him .. they didn’t tell me.

By the grace of God, the nurses allowed me and one of my daughters to be there. As we went in all I could say was “Oh Richard what have they done to you?” Tears rolled down his cheeks. He heard me! But the nurse jumped in front of me and shot something into his IV, there was no more response from him after that. My Richard was swollen, his eyes were popping out of head, his eyelids could not even cover his eyes. His tongue was so swollen and distended, it just hung out of his mouth. What happened? What caused this? I tried to straighten his jaw, it was frozen out of place. I don’t think they rotated the vent hose at all.

After the nurse shot Richard with what I now believe was morphine , we spent about 20 minutes with him, holding his hand , talking to him, praying for him. Telling him how much we loved him. Softly playing some worship music he loved. They removed the tube…everything within me silently screamed NO….this can’t be happening. After another 20-30 minutes Richard passed from this life into the next. As Richard passed, a song began playing, one that I was trying to find,but could not. It was a Hallelujah chorus by Second Chapter of Acts. I knew the Lord was there with us and took Richard’s hand as he entered glory.

The nurse called it at 4:08 pm. I still saw rhythmic peaks on the heart monitor, she swung it away and said it was electrical activity? She seemed anxious for us to leave the room. I didn’t want to leave him. I had just gotten to see him after 19 days of separation and agony for him and me. The nurse was handed me his wedding ring, we gathered his belongings and reluctantly left. He was my love and husband of almost 41 yrs. He was the father of three adult children. He’s the Poppy of eight grandchildren who won’t remember him or get to know him. He was well respected and liked by his friends and co-workers. His life mattered. He loved his Lord and Savior Jesus. He loved his family and he loved me.

After the fact, I saw in the records that they were trying to lower the vent settings so that they could trach him. I was not informed…if so, was his heart really a concern? Was I lied to? Why didn’t a cardiologist talk to me about whether his heart was failing? There was a note about a possible stent .. not told…. They did whatever they wanted, it didn’t matter. His life didn’t matter to them.

HIS LIFE MATTERED!!!  They lied and so many died needlessly. I am angry, he did not need to die, he should not have died! None of us needed to go through this horror. This was the most evil, wicked, heartless thing that I have ever experienced. I am traumatized, my heart was broken, my life was turned upside down. Only by the grace of God am I able to stand and to move forward.

No one should be isolated from their family during illness.  No one should be left or forced to die alone. Medical treatment should not be dictated or mandated by the government or Pharma, or one man (Fauci). My husband died because they lied. Follow the money.