My name is Margaret and I’m telling the story of my now deceased and very loved husband of 40 years. Allan was 68 and passed away on New Year’s Day, 2022.
Allan was diagnosed with stage 3b Adenocarcinoma in 2019 with a tumour in his left lower lung and the medial lymph nodes in the centre of his chest. He was treated with chemotherapy and radiation and his tumour and lymph nodes responded very well and he stabilised. His right lung was clear and there were no health issues in any other area. His PDL1 test came back at 90 percent and he was able to carry out normal physical activities up to early October, 2021. We have documented evidence from friends and family who have witnessed this.
Allan got the Pfizer jab on the 11th of October, 2021 (left arm). I have dealt with cancer also, and Allan believed that his jab would protect me because the mainstream media, friends, and family had all told him so.
He felt nothing immediately. Nine days later, however, he presented at the GP with chest pain and difficulty breathing. He was given an ECG and sent home because the results came back clear. There was no given medical advice, just to go home and rest.
The next morning, I took Alan to the ED because his breathing had worsened significantly. They did numerous tests. His D-dimer test came back at 1.84 and scans showed that he had numerous blood clots in both lungs. He was then admitted, and a tube was inserted into his left lung. Over 1000ml of fluid was drained and what should have been straw-coloured fluid was severely blood stained. He also developed a severe infection, which to this day they still don’t know where it came from or where it was. Around this time, I went to the Covid clinic where the procedure was done to report his deterioration. No details were taken down and I was handed a complaint form only.
The medical staff acknowledged that Allan had the Pfizer jab, but any ongoing conversation in regard to possible adverse events from the jab were dismissed by all hospital medical staff. They did an X-ray which showed all the fluids and clots in his lungs; however, he was discharged to go home under the care of PAC Nurses.
During this time, he developed minor infections (redness) around the site of the tube and continued to discharge up to 1000ml of fluid daily. His breathing deteriorated and we returned to ED numerous times. He was again admitted to hospital for review of his drain. On the 15th of November, his birthday, he was taken to theatre for surgery to help seal the lung lining. A new drain was also inserted.
The next day, the surgeon spoke to us. We asked if the procedure successful, he said there was just a little bit that they missed which we found out later was thirty percent and he said, “By the way, you’re stage 4 cancer.” We asked for his oncologist to come, but he was unavailable. So another oncology team came and spoke to us and could not give us any information. We were told to wait another week to see Allan’s oncologist. (Who at a later date admitted that he couldn’t understand how it was possible for him to deteriorate so quickly from where his health was prior to the jab) Any further information on palliative cancer care I had to find through the Cancer Council.
Allan was discharged a couple days later with absolutely nothing. His biggest concern was oxygen to be able to breathe properly. His condition was deteriorating rapidly and we had to fight the hospital to get oxygen here at home. We eventually got the oxygen delivered to us. His condition continued to worsen even with oxygen and his temperature spiked to 39 Celsius. I took him back to the emergency apartment. He was seen by the surgeon who treated him and was not given anything for infection control and sent home.
He rapidly deteriorated with sweats, temperatures, delirium, and breathing difficulties. He was in extreme pain by this stage and losing up to 800ml of fluid from his left lung. I took him back to the hospital where he was reviewed at the emergency department. I said that he needed an X-ray before he came home. They removed his tube, did no further testing, and discharged him saying that he will be fine and doesn’t need an X-ray.
Christmas evening came and he deteriorated even more rapidly. He was admitted to the ED the next day where they tested him for Covid because of his infection. We had to remain in Emergency for 24 hours waiting for a negative result to come back. He was then admitted to palliative care where we thought they were going to insert a new tube and get his infection under control. We were advised to do an advanced medical directive and were informed that it was only to be used in the case of end of days. When he was admitted to palliative care, I was taken aside by the doctor. He told me that they had not been treating his infection because we had requested no intervention, but to make sure he was comfortable.
His condition rapidly deteriorated again a couple days later. We had to have the ICU car crash unit attend to him as his oxygen status was down to 34 percent. I overheard the radiographer speaking to the nurse. He said, “If this man doesn’t get a tube in his left lung, he is going to die.”
Allan was moved from palliative care to a four-bed ward, and we were assured we would get better treatment. Basically, I was left alone with my husband for most of the night. I couldn’t even get anyone to bring a urinal to him when I rang the bell. However, they would bring an injection—they would not tell me what it was—and turned him to make him comfortable. We had barely any assistance all night, yet he was still spiking temperatures, having night sweats and, at this stage, they had put him on an air flow machine.
The next day when the palliative doctor finally came to see us, I demanded that we go back to palliative care. They said they are reviewing his case and considering another drain and trying to decide what to do regarding the infection. The specialist asked Allan what he wanted and he said “a bullet.” I said, “He’s had enough, this has taken far too long, he’s had the infection for weeks and no one has done anything about his drain for days, and I want him back in palliative care.” The doctor said he would make the arrangements immediately.
Allan was then transferred back to palliative care where he was made comfortable and placed on morphine and a catheter was inserted. He was much more rested, finally. Allan was peaceful for about two-and-a-half days. I woke up on New Year’s Day next to Allan and he had passed away beside me.
Allan never received another tube because the cardiac surgeon refused to do it. The palliative doctor was considering approaching radiation or pulmonary specialists instead, but there was no action soon enough that could save him.