I dropped Tim off at the hospital, he was gasping for air when I went to go to bed, I called his son to come and help me get him in the car. I took him to the worst hospital ever, had I known the treatment he would get there I would have gone elsewhere. I was told to go home and they would get him settled in. In the morning I called the ICU and talked to the nurse, I asked how was Tim, she said oh I hope you have your paper together because this doesn’t look good. What a terrible thing to say! Come to find out the whole staff was not nice treated me bad.

I went to see Tim and he was getting used to the environment . I had paper work to drop off and sat with Tim for a while. I left to pick up my daughter from California to spend time with me and help me as I could hardly walk Covid affected my feet, I lost my gait and my balance and my feet burned. My daughter Kim came home with me we slept overnight. Got up and went to see Tim. When we came in Tim needed to talk to me, it seems the Dr. Ireland convinced Tim to be intubated, I had dropped off a copy of Tim’s medical directive along with my Power of Attorney. I was really upset that the doctor talked him into intubating as we didn’t want that but he had told Tim if he didn’t get intubated he would DIE.

I reminded Tim of our agreement, but he said I want more time with you, so sad I cried. Going forward we would see Ireland randomly until he wanted to talk to me about Tim. He asked me after two weeks “ well what do you want to do?” He said that we can’t keep him on the intubator after two weeks. He did not like the fact that I wasn’t ready to let him go. I had asked him on the first day we got there that I want to go to a different hospital and he said he wasn’t stable enough to move him he was a lot better when he first got to the hospital..so all in all it was the worst experience I have ever had. That hospital didn’t have a protocol, I asked for it and no one could help.

The following week Tim had two huge bumps on his forehead, nurses said it was bed sores, I knew better next day they called me and asked if Tim had a history of seizures, I sad no maybe it’s from the bumps on his forehead. They took him for a scan and discovered that he had a orbital brain bleed, so I asked if they dropped him while they were turning him over onto his tummy for sleeping. That week they said they needed to take him to a different hospital for a test that they couldn’t do. So I finally got to move him to Research hospital. It was like moving from the motel 6 to the Taj Mahal. As I said, he never woke up from the last fentanyl and propofol shots, and he only lived four days after we got him moved. The doctors told us that he “was gone” meaning i guess that he had no brain activity.

There was nothing more that they could do, so they offered us hospice care. We accepted, and since his family had already said their goodbyes 2 weeks earlier, his best friend Chad came to sit with him, and my daughter Kim and I were there. The hospice nurse came in and gave him something to “relax him and make him more comfortable,” and he passed away within minutes. It’s heartbreaking that hospitals do this to covid patients. That doctor lied to Tim when he told him that without that ventilator he would DIE! The vent, the remdesivir, the fentanyl, the propofol and whatever else they gave him, along with dropping him and causing him to have a brain bleed, killed him instead of getting him well! My Tim, my wonderful husband, is gone because of them, and my life now will never be the same.