My dad’s doctor and I were stumped. Here was a super healthy 92-year-old man with great blood work, no infections, and no diagnosis. A strong heart. He had run more than 60 marathons (at age 50 through 80). He continued to walk a mile or two every day.
But suddenly his body and mind suffered a rapid decline.
Dizziness, weakness, increased confusion. His legs would not move when he wanted them to. He began to have panic attacks.
We got referred to a neurologist, but that appointment was 10 weeks away.
I had already done tons of research (always) and had put Dad on supportive vitamins, minerals, and hydration.
My wonderful siblings and I took shifts at his condo to watch over him.
Within a couple more weeks, he was even worse.
No longer interested in reading his many books. Did not have the stamina to watch TV nor hold a conversation longer than 5 minutes. Constantly drifting to sleep.
At meal times he could eat no more than four bites.
He started looking like a hospice patient.
Darn it, was he really done?
He was so weak and so gone.
It had happened so fast.
We enlisted the help of hospice. I called the best-rated local company.
Thankfully the secretary put me straight through to the hospice director.
Both of us were nurses, so I cut to the chase, told her his good lab values and everything we had tried.
We simply had no diagnosis, but he was failing fast.
“We have been seeing more and more of this in the past couple of years,” she said. “Older people with no diagnosis are suddenly dying. I’ve never seen it happen like this before, in the past 20 years that I’ve been running hospice.”
“But he didn’t have C0V1D,” I said.
“And none of these people did, either.”
“He hasn’t been sick at all.”
“I hear you. It never used to be like this for the elderly. Everybody had a diagnosis.”
I was glad to hear that Hospice Services are 100% covered by Medicare. Hospice includes 24/7 medical advice (or intervention), doctor supervision, a weekly nurse visit, and an assisted shower twice a week. Plus, they would deliver any equipment we might need for his care. (And we didn’t need a doctor’s order to start hospice. No red tape.)
That very evening, the director brought paperwork and talked with me.
A nurse came the following morning to evaluate Dad while he napped in his recliner.
By then, Dad’s hands trembled. It was hard to get out of a chair and use the walker to creep to the bathroom. He was skinny. We discovered he’d lost 15 pounds in a month.
The nurse, Mark, returned a few days later for the first weekly visit.
Dad tolerated a brief assessment, but he was exhausted and soon went back to bed.
Mark asked for more details about Dad’s decline.
I recounted his vertigo, imbalance, difficulty moving and thinking, worsening appetite, sleeping 20 hours a day. No fevers, vitals stable. “And,” I said, “your director said the elderly are failing in a strange way, these past two years?”
“Did he get the immun1zations?” Mark asked.
“Oh yes, he’s up to date on everything, sec0nd b00ster in late April.”
Dad was eager to get all those sh0ts, so I took him, despite my own misgivings about them. The medical system would be proud of us.
Apparently not proud, Mark slowly shook his head. “Maybe that sec0nd b00ster takes another man down.”
“Do you know the date he got it?”
I pulled the white card out of his wallet.
“Oh my,” I said. “He got it one week before the onset of his weakness and panic. Suddenly he was dizzy, and he couldn’t move his legs very well, just a week after that shot.”
Mark’s sad expression deepened. “We have been seeing this pattern in the elderly. Worse health after the b00ster or sec0nd b00ster. These people were previously healthy. They have no diagnosis, nothing we can point to. Usually they die, I’m sorry to say. We don’t know why, except for this apparent correlation.”
“Geez,” I said. “In my gut, I did not trust this technology. It was rushed. Even the idea of trying to treat a v1rus this way was flawed, according to the science we have known for decades.”
Mark agreed. “Many of us nurses and doctors did not trust that sh0t.”
This conversation happened in June 2022.
(Wondering about my funny spellings? I hope to avoid cens0rsh1p, in this land of the free and the brave. We may never see the above info in the ma1nstream. But the hospice community sees it.)
I’m dismayed at the announcements of the next b00ster.
Haven’t we had enough now?
Hasn’t practically everybody pumped their immune system enough, through technology or good old natural response in the bloodstream (which does work better)?
I must wonder: if this thing impaired my dad, to what degree does it impair everybody else?
Now for the good news.
Dad slowly, slowly improved. I think it’s because he was so freaking healthy to begin with.
By late August he was again walking a mile a day. His appetite returned to normal. He regained all the weight he had lost. He is once again reading his favorite books.
Last week he asked if he could start playing pickleball again, so we practiced in the kitchen.
Many thanks to all my siblings for becoming such a great team, trading off our 24-hour shifts of watching over him. (We will continue, because he is still quite forgetful.)
Yes, Dad is stronger now.
He will graduate from hospice tomorrow. He doesn’t want any more b00sters.
What do you think and feel about this topic?
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To clarify: Dad had M0derna sh0ts (x4), but the hospice nurse said they have seen this pattern with both main types of the pandem1c sh0ts. More of it after 3rd and 4th sh0ts.
Yet they’ve been seeing this pattern “for two years” on people who weren’t sick. I’m guessing that even the earlier sh0ts may have damaged some people.
We have no clue as to stats, how many people wind up in trouble after the shots.
It’s just that the nurses have noticed a definite pattern, mostly in elderly people.
Serendipity – as it turns out, we gave Dad some of the supplements suggested to recover from the vacc1nes: https://covid19criticalcare.com/covid-19-protocols/i-recover-post-vaccine-treatment/
(Here’s our Dad on his patio with some of his running medals.)