Complete Hospital Name : Unity Point St Lukes Hospital

Hospital Website Address : https://www.unitypoint.org/locations/unitypoint-health---st-lukes-hospital

Ron’s Life Mattered

Ron wasn’t feeling good on Monday, May 24, 2021. He called the family doctor, Dr Bradley Beer. Ron had a history of having bronchitis when he wasn’t feeling well. The doctor did a tele visit with him and sent him to an urgent care for testing. Ron tested positive on Monday, May 24, 2021.
By Friday, May 27, he was feeling much worse. He called the doctor’s office and sent a message on My Chart. No one returned his call, so I asked him to call again before 1pm since they would go to lunch. The nurse, Jolene told him, “This is what COVID does, and this is why we tell people to get the vaccine.” My son had called the ER doctor he knows, Donald Linder to look at Ron and his medication. I took him to the ER that evening. They would not allow me to go in with him. He was asked if he was vaccinated, when he replied that he was not, he was told he was going to die. They admitted him to the ICU and didn’t tell me until I had gone in to see what was taking so long. The ER doctor started by putting him on a bi-pap machine with oxygen and his blood-oxygen level immediately popped up to 96%. He also him tocilizumab, which was over $9,000.00 a dose. It has many black box warnings and causes a host of side effects which includes chest pain or tightness, difficulty breathing, fast heartbeat, loss of consciousness, slow or fast heartrate, ulcers, sores, or white spots in the mouth, and much more (https://www.mayoclinic.org/drugs-supplements/tocilizumab-intravenous-route-subcutaneous-route/side-effects/drg-20073821) This medication is used for rheumatoid arthritis, which Ron did not have. He was then taken to the ICU and the pulmonologist took over.

Ron didn’t have a phone to communicate with us. I took his computer and dropped it off at the hospital the very next day, on Saturday morning. They never hooked it up so he could communicate with us. I called 3 times to get a report on his condition. The third time, I demanded to speak to someone. They said he was responding to the oxygen and the bi-pap. At approximately 5:30 pm, they called to tell me Ron wanted to go over some things, so they were making an exception for me to visit for 30 minutes. Upon getting to the ICU, the doctor met me at the nurse’s station in the hallway to tell me we had 3 choices 1) put him on a ventilator 2) leave him on the bi-pap to see what happens 3) unplug him now and let him go. I was numb. This is not what I was expecting. I went into the room with Ron. He told me he didn’t want to die, and he didn’t want to go months without knowing what was going on. They had told him if he had gotten the vaccine, he wouldn’t be dying. He asked to see the kids, so they allowed it and I called them to come right away. We got the ER doctor on speaker phone, since he was supposed to be a friend. He told Ron if he were his brother or father, he would want him on the ventilator. With this advice, Ron agreed, however he asked to wait until the next day. E had no time to seek other advice, do any kind of research or anything. They wanted him to do it right then. Less than 24 hours after going to the ER, and his oxygen levels with the bi-pap were still in the 90’s, they pushed the ventilation.

Bryan called every morning very early and I called every early afternoon to get the on Ron’s condition. One of the nurse’s told Bryan that the doctor should be telling me everything. No one had called me, so she put a note in Ron’s chart for him to call me. It had been 5-6 days. When the doctor called me, it was a Saturday. He had nothing good to say. He told me that if he stopped breathing, they would not revive him. He said Ron had COPD and emphysema. He had never been diagnosed with either of these. He had not smoked for over 30+ years. The doctor wanted to know how much he was currently smoking. He told me Ron only had a 15-20% chance of surviving a year from that date. He told me I should take him off the ventilator. I told him since he didn’t say 0% that he should do all he could do. We trusted they would give him the best treatment.

We took a CD player and CDs for them to play in his room since he could hear, according to them. We zoomed every night. The hospital had an I-Pad they set up in his room. They said he could hear us, but he couldn’t respond. He was on the vent and in a drug induced coma. We watched his care go from pretty good to very poor in that month. They put a trach in as they said they shouldn’t leave the tube in more than 2 weeks. It had been 16 days. He now had bacterial pneumonia. He had sores in his mouth that were bleeding. The IV in his neck was oozing and blood was following the ventilator line down the back of his throat. He had open boils in his throat. When I read the records, the doctor had ordered fentanyl to be turned down a bit. I had told the nurse that was probably causing the pneumonia with it leaking into his lungs! I also learned from his records that when the trach was put in, the nurse didn’t take the numbing agent in the room, and they cut into his neck without numbing it!

There were many ups and downs. His kidney functions were up and down, oxygen was turned up and down dramatically. Propofol, fentanyl, nitric oxide doses changed frequently and sometimes dramatically. We grasped to every positive. Doctors kept insisting to have what they called an advocate for us call. I finally gave in, only to find she was from palliative care. I was asked numerous times if they could call chaplain. My answer was always the same, “no.” I told Dr Baumgartner I needed to see Ron. I needed to be there to hold his hand and talk to him so he would know we are there for him. She got the nursing supervisor to agree to one 40 minute visit. I was delighted. After 38 minutes, the nurse came into the room to tell me it was a 40 minute visit and I had 2 minutes left! We had asked for Ivermectin and Hydroxyleucine. Dr Baumgartner said she would check on it. We had to call her back to ask again to be told it had been proven ineffective, and they would not use them.

On May 20, Father’s Day, it had been 21 days since Ron tested positive. We could finally go see him. We all took turns. We visited daily. We kept a close eye on the numbers that they would tell us and were excited about all good news.

When the last doctor that he had come on duty, it as Ron’s last week. We were told he had a hole in his lung and air was seeping out around the lung and heart and would never heal. She took him off the sedatives, and he did wake up and open his eyes. They didn’t offer to get his glasses. In hind-sight, I should have made sure he had them. He didn’t follow their command to squeeze their hand. I have a hard time understanding how he could have possibly followed directions when he was on those powerful addictive sedatives for three weeks. The doctor ordered an MRI and CT scan of his brain. He had acute kidney injury and liver was damaged. His heart was racing. I told them he would lay there and have a heart attack. The nurse told me that’s what they worry about. His blood platelets were low. They were giving him insulin. He was not diabetic. His body was swelling. They told me it was the air leaking from his lung around his heart due to the hole in his lung. She said his lungs were hard, and would never heal and not absorbing the oxygen. She said he had brain damage and would never be the same person and enjoy life. He would have to live in a nursing home on life support. She said we needed to think about our loved one! The entire meeting was pressure to take him off the ventilator. We were all numb! They stopped turning him every two hours. They stopped range and motion. They stopped checking him as often. They had written him off for dead.

We asked for him to be transferred to the University of Iowa. Their doctors called Dr Supakul, the last doctor assigned to Ron. She told them he had brain damage, so they wouldn’t take him. They said they had no beds, and he would not be a candidate for a lung transplant. We were stuck. All the medication they pumped into his body over the past month has taken their toll.
The hardest thing we had to do was to stop his suffering. The three oldest grandchildren visited him. We knew if we didn’t allow him to rest, they would just kill him without us. They were so cold with the way we were treated. We, the kids and I stayed with him until he drew his last breath. Rest in peace my love!

I had a retired nurse read through his records. It doesn’t show any brain damage. The swelling was from the high doses of steroids. His records state they followed CDC protocol, however Remdesivir was taken out of the records prior to my receiving them. Ron was overdosed on addictive sedatives, propofol and fentanyl, oxygen, steroids and midazolam, baricitinib and more, a total of 58 drugs. He barely took Advil prior to them getting their hands on him, so he quickly became addicted and dependent on the drugs. When he started to come off of the drugs and come too, they just pumped more into him saying he was grimacing and was in pain. His scrotum was swollen, he had bed sores, open boils in his mouth, his hands were tied to the bed to keep him restrained even though he was heavily sedated. This poor man was tortured by Unity Point, St Lukes Hospital staff. He walked into the hospital by himself and came out in a body bag.

We all suffer from PTSD after everything we went through. The hospitals, doctors and nurses need to stop this insanity! Every person who passes on, is someone’s sister, brother husband, wife grandchild, grandparent, son, daughter, etc. It affects us all. They do not have the right to play God! They are murdering people for money, for the bonuses. The CARES and the PREP act need to be repealed. Obamacare section 1553 needs to be repealed. Incentives to kill need to be stopped. The protocol needs to be stopped so that caring doctors can be free to heal. Treating patients is not a cookie cutter process, not everything works on every patient. People did not die from COVID, they died from Hospital Homicide. They used the unvaccinated people who reached out for help from the medical community to make a statement to get vaccinated or die! Now, the vaccinated are dying too.