“The death of a beloved is an amputation.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Note: this truth written below, is an important part of the vast spectrum of the Covid Pandemic, and must never be forgotten.
For many unvaccinated, who entered hospitals, seeking ethical medical “help,” during the Covid Pandemic, in 2021 and 2022, they never came home. Patrick was one of them. Like a script, they and their families on the outside, were shamed, starved, dehydrated and unable to seek “the right to try” any of these methods . They were put almost immediately on the drug Remdesivir , approved for use against COVID-19, despite research showing it lacked effectiveness and could cause high rates of organ failure.
The words I heard from my dear friend, Patrick’s mom, Jacqui, were “his heart finally just gave out.”
Below this introduction to Patrick’s Story, is a synopsis by one of his sisters, Caity. Included here, is also a very in-depth Instagram highlight of Patrick’s brave sister speaking out, for the first time, about what happened to Patrick and her family.
This is a story of unimaginable loss and grief, ringing true, like a script, for thousands of families. I am asking anyone reading this to take a deep breath and absorb with clarity of mind. For Patrick’s sake, his family’s sake, and all of the unvaccinated human beings that never made it home, I am asking you to share Patrick’s Story as well. We are glad if you made a free-will choice for yourself. We applaud you… either way. Many people, like my dad, passed-up recommended cancer treatments and chose more risky therapies and natural remedies. We also had choices with past vaccines. This is what we need to think about in terms of what changed? in the medical field during the pandemic. What happened to our personal discernment, our privacy, our lives?
We can do better. Fear less. Become fearless. We can live our lives the way we choose with the expectancy that our medical field will treat us as “beautiful human beings” worthy of love, compassion and saving… at all costs.
In the words of my youngest son, Ian, a well educated Columbia University grad and fairly liberal young man (after watching Caity speak) <permission granted> : “Watched the whole thing and I completely believe it now, that there was a culture of contempt that absolutely could have created, at best, subconscious bias, and at worst, intentional neglect and malpractice. Like a tragic drama movie that would never be made.”
After my oldest son Max watched, he told me of his co-worker who died in the hospital the exact same way as Patrick.
Unvaccinated.
Changing minds, one story at a time.
THIS is The Family We Keep and hold dear.
Thank you, deb ox
Patrick’s Story, in summary, by Caity:
I’ve often wondered throughout my life, who I would be in times of peril. Would I be brave? Would I stand for what’s right despite what the consequences may be? Or would I cower? Would the fear of rejection or torment keep me submissive & unwilling to question authority? Never did I imagine I’d be faced with those hypothetical questions in my physical life, & certainly not to this degree.
For two years I kept silent on what was the most traumatic event of my life. The silence was all consuming, like a weight no amount of therapy could lift. I kept silent because the pain of having to confront the truth & share that truth meant potential rejection from society. After some time, the shame of my silence weighed heavier than any possible loss of relationship ever could. And so, I started to speak.
My brother Patrick was only 33 years old when he got sick. He was Partner & Chief Strategy Officer at Thirsty Agency a Sports Advertising Agency he founded with two of his closest friends. He was a regular at Onnit Gym in Austin, TX, where the workouts are known to be very intense. Patrick was an endurance runner, often choosing to run long distances during the hottest parts of the day here. His energy levels knew no bounds which made him the perfect uncle to his 2year old nephew. During the summer of 2021, he was, without question, in the best shape of his life. To know my brother was to love him. He was so smart, endlessly witty & had a laugh that was so infectious I can still hear it as I write this. He was destined for great things & up until now, I believed his shot at those great things had been struck down. Now I know that his life, & his unjust death, will create unrelenting waves of change. Patrick’s last act on earth was shining a light on the evil that has taken place inside the four walls of hospitals & ICUs all across our nation.
On August 9th, 2021, Patrick went to the hospital to be treated for pneumonia he had developed while fighting Covid-19. After a round of steroids, he started to improve & was slotted to be discharged just three days later. Shortly after receiving the steroids, doctors started him on what they kept calling the “Anti-Covid Drug”, Remdesivir. Almost immediately after this IV was placed, my brother began to deteriorate rapidly. His breathing labored, his heart raced & he began to have panic attacks. The doctors then started pumping him full of Morphine, Fentanyl & Xanax, to the point where he could no longer advocate for himself. In my brother’s medical charts, it states that he refused pain medication every time he was asked, but was given it anyway. When they told us he had to be intubated, they gave us 60 seconds to say our goodbyes & the screen went black. During his intubation, both of his lungs were collapsed by the team performing the procedure. Hours later, his PICC line “accidentally” ripped from his chest, which in turn caused multiple blood infections. We, his family, were barred from being with him for the entirety of his hospital stay. At first it was just for a few days, until he was 14 days post covid symptoms onset. When 14 days came, it suddenly turned into 20 days. After that, never. They dangled our reunification in front of us like a carrot on a string.
For two weeks we were shamed for not being vaccinated. We were told that had Patrick taken the vaccine he never would have contracted the virus & would have completely avoided illness. Any suggestion made on our part to help my brother heal were shot down, laughed off & declared as too dangerous. We begged for ECMO, we begged for Ivermectin, we begged for vitamins. I even suggested putting my breastmilk in his feeding tube because I knew I had the antibodies. All of this was turned down, stating it was Remdesivir only, & maybe an extra bag of Ensure. We watched as this “Anti-Covid Drug” began to shut his organs down one by one, first his kidneys & ultimately his heart. We watched my brother die on FaceTime, August 23rd, 2021, all huddled together trying to figure out if this was indeed real life. Even after his death, we were barred from being with him. My parents were extorted by the funeral home, who required all covid deaths to be embalmed before allowing family members to see them (a fee of over $1,000). The depravity we witnessed first hand is something we will never forget. The fallout from that depravity we will likely never heal from.
So I ask again: who will we be in the face of peril? Will we be brave? Will we stand for what is right no matter the consequence? Will we be a voice for the voiceless? The time to rise up is now, & I hope you will with fervor.
Once again, if you have an Instagram account > Patrick’s Story on IG Highlights, where Caity walks you through more of what they were going through, how she was due with her third child as Patrick was dying and an encounter with someone who’s brother also ended up in the hospital, near the end.
Righteous anger must serve a positive, tangible life-changing purpose. Not a narrative.
Forgiveness, never means forgetting.
Healing can only come through the acceptance of “truth” and “being heard.”
For many of us we believed in “our choice” to vaccinate or not. Truth.
Mere men and women behaving like the ultimate authority over our lives. Are not the Ultimate Authority.
So so horrible, dear Lord have mercy, too painful. I know so many people now who have suffered because of pharma greed and evil, too sad.
How very tragic. One thing that begs the question , were the UNvaccinated the only sick people put through the deadly protocols? Were the vaccinated given different treatments? Were they saved? I think at this point sure people must see that we are in fact in the middle of a deliberate genocide for purposes of depopulation! Those who took the shots will one day perish from their decision to take them, so were the protocols of Remdesivir , starvation, dehydration and vents the kill method for those who refused the shots?
My mother was admitted to the hospital in December of 2021 with what the doctor claimed was a bacterial pneumonia. My mother smartly refused the vaccinations at the age of 74. She originally was going to be sent home with steroids and antibiotics but she began being combative because she was afraid to be admitted. She fell on the floor while fighting off the doctor . Security was called , I was then threatened by security and hospital staff if I tried to leave with her.
My mom is my heart and soul and I felt so helpless leaving her there because I knew she wouldn’t come home. The next day the nurse popped in her room and said she’d need to be tested for Covid. At that point , like a bad dream I could see the script playing out in front of my eyes. When she came back to say she was positive , I threw the mother of all fits and began demanding they best not give her any Remdesivir and there was to be no vent! Her oxygen levels were perfect at that time. I was told I had to leave and she’d be moved to the Covid wing.
For two weeks I spent a life in hell so consumed with fear for her. On day three I was called by a nurse who told me that the stroke protocol was being implemented , that they were losing her and she was unresponsive! Less than an hour a doctor called and apologized saying she was fine and the nurse should not have called. At that point ai was hysterical and begged him to please save my mom. Do what you need. So mom was given three doses of Remdesivir . Then her sat rates were falling and she needed oxygen. I later found out that she had been given multiple psych meds because she was demanding to leave and was trying to rip her IV’s out. She was not being fed anything. In less than two weeks she had lost 23 pounds. Day 13 my son drive to the hospital to find mom had been moved to a regular room but no one had contacted us! The doctor allowed both of us to see her. They had her so drugged up she couldn’t even see straight! The next morning I talked to her doctor and begged them to order oxygen for home , her needs were very low at that point. I then asked the doctor how do you know your 5G equipment is not affecting her oxygen needs? Four hours later I picked up my mom , Maggie! Day 2 at home, mom was completely lucid , off of oxygen and smoking ! They damn near murdered my mom , Marguerite Brown but she was stronger than their deadly Remdesivir. Mom now 77 years old is completely normal , playing slots at the casino with me, driving her car and managing her life. Her labs are perfect! I thank God each and every day that my heart and soul is still here , still living at her home and perfectly fine.