(Note: Sorry if you’re receiving this multiple times. I’ve had a hard time publishing this one for some reason. I’m hoping there’s not some kind of Substack censorship or shadowbanning going on, but this only seemed to go out to a small handful of my subscribers. It’s probably user error on my part, in some way, but I have to make sure, and this one’s too important to me just shrug off. If you’ve previously liked or commented, I would love for you to do it again, and thanks for your patience!)
Imagine hearing your 8 months pregnant, Covid-positive wife telling you it’s getting hard to breathe. You immediately scramble to find the best hospital in your area, sure that doing this is the highest and best move. I mean, that’s where you go and what you do, right? Take her to the hospital?
Then, imagine the conflict of debating whether to have the baby early as the hospital seemingly begins to tell you some conflicting information regarding ultrasound results and estimated age and weight. Still, you relent and allow the hospital to deliver the baby early. “Let’s just get this over with and go home,” right?
You’d just been reassured it was not hospital policy to have the baby separated from you, so the next time you ask to see the baby, someone else tells you you can’t. It’s hospital policy to separate the baby from a Covid-positive patient and anyone that patient has been exposed to.
The next thing you know, you and your wife have been in the hospital for over 2 months. She’s missed Halloween and Thanksgiving. She’s held her newborn for all of ten minutes. A ventilator has been basically forced on her, against all requests. Any normal, common-sense treatment - including something as simple as vitamins - has either been denied or you’ve had to fight tooth and nail to get.
Then she dies in that same hospital. You are now a widower with 4 kids, including a newborn. Where do you go from here?
In a previous post, I described this very hell that one man and his wife went through at the hands of a major Pittsburgh hospital system.
Last night, myself and two of my podcast buddies sat down with him in person and we discussed his incredible, horrific, maddening journey. This is one of the most heart-wrenching, frustrating, and unjust stories I’ve ever heard.
Please share this.
Please also contact Matt through his website, FightForChristy.com. He has ways for you to get involved in exposing corporate centralized medical practices. While you’re there, please take the time to thoroughly read through Christy and Matt’s entire story, because even with an hour of podcast, he didn’t have time to tell all the details. They matter greatly.
And please leave me any comments, insights, or other things you think would benefit this larger conversation about systemic hospital injustice, especially in light of the last two years. Also, feel free to share your own War Story.
FYI First time receiving this post. (I have previous post linked to here.)
Also please know that medical horrors do happen all the time. My brother and I were in despair, trying to save our mother from unspeakable suffering and every possible medical mistake, for several months, until she'd lost everything that mattered to her before dying. This was thirteen years ago, in one of the best hospitals in NYC. We had a health advocate working for us, and she was helpless against the Machine, really. Mom's out of it now, of course, but it remains for me the absolute worst experience of my life and I hope the anguish involved leaves me fully paid up with karma.
I remember reading his story months ago. Heartbreaking stuff.
It's what convinced me that the hospitals have murdered most of these "C-v-d deaths" [sic] by putting them on ventilators and dangerous drugs (while refusing alternative treatments).
Even before this panic started, I was already wary of hospitals and medical staff due to past experiences over the last decade. The "pandemic" cemented it for me that these people cannot be trusted with your life.
I'm sure there's good doctors and nurses, yes, of course, goes without saying. The problem is the conformists who will do whatever the group-think at the institution tells them to do, no matter how many bodies pile up... and then go dance on Tik Tok while lecturing you about masks.
I hope this man gets justice for his family.