Journey

Intro By Graham Hood (former Qantas Pilot)

Tonight we have a special guest. We have a lady called Nada who’s going to be talking about a horrendous case that sadly led to the death of her husband in a Canberra hospital. Nada’s story brought me to tears when I heard it a couple of days ago. She’s a very courageous woman. She’s been through an awful lot and we are actually in the series that we’re calling the crisis of confidence in Australian health. And we screened the documentary On A Knife’s Edge which has really brought quite a large response from people who are opening up. ⁽⁰¹⁾

Last night we called for people who have been gas-lit by doctors over vaccine mandates and also those who believe that they were vaccinated against their will even though they attended a clinic. If you were vaccinated and you said clearly to the practitioner that you were only doing this because you were being bullied then they were not legally allowed to vaccinate you. If this has happened to you then please we ask you to contact AHPRA and get them to start doing the real work that they’re meant to do and investigate the doctors who have been gaslighting you and making you feel crazy because you have spoken up about vaccine injuries or other health matters and also if you’ve been vaccinated against your will we strongly urge you to contact AHPRA.

Australian health is definitely in crisis. It’s in crisis from a logistical strategic point of view and it is in crisis from a confidence point of view. All of loss faith in the hospital system there’s no doubt about that and for good reason. The hospital policy manuals have taken over from good common sense and first in our home on behalf of health practitioners who work there. We’ve seen this happening over and over again. It’s not only happening in hospitals it’s happening in every industry even the airline industry which I’m familiar with is led by policy. It’s all about policy policy policy and policy has no heart and policy has no conscience. Especially when it applies to health.

When I was working for Qantas as a captain we had more than a dozen very large manuals some of them were about that thick and they were the driving force of everything we did in accordance with standard operating procedures. Policy here policy there policy everywhere but overarching all of that was a statement in the front of the books which basically said you should have dated these policies wherever possible but if the captain deems that safety is at risk then he or she can make the decisions outside of policy to do what they think is best for safety. That should be an overarching principle also in medicine but that hasn’t been happening.

Doctors and nurses and other health practitioners working in the hospital system are bound by bureaucratic policy from the hospital system which has grown too large. The bureaucratic system that governs hospital is too big. It’s clearly too big and when governments pour more and more funding into public health it goes to increase the size of bureaucracies to manage those funds rather than putting good solid health care professionals with integrity into the front line doing the things that they need to do. It’s all about bureaucrats that has to stop.

I think what we’re about to hear tonight very similar to that which we heard from Jen and Judah Ailing in their documentary. hospital policy has once again stamped out compassion, empathy and integrity and it’s stamped out common sense and the doctors and nurses right and obligation to first do no harm. ⁽⁰²⁾

We’re going to hear tonight how consent has no bearing on the health and welfare of our loved ones. We are denied the opportunity to give informed consent on their behalf.

Before going into anything else I’d like to introduce you to Nada who is speaking to us tonight about a terrible situation. This may bring tears to your eyes. It certainly did to me. It will open your eyes. It will open your mind and I pray that it opens your heart. Thanks for joining us.

Nada’s Story

Just tell us very briefly about your marriage and how life was looking for you both in 2019.

Well I was with my husband since 2011. I got married very late. It was my first permanent marriage partner living partner. My mum in Croatia called that staratura older girl because I was unmarried for such a long time. So I lived until 45 without actually finding the one. When I met Frank I very quickly found out that he was the one. He actually took me out on my birthday for dinner. I remember he was such a man. He got out of the car and he opened the car door for me. I’m not a princess so I don’t expect these things. Living independently for 45 years I was far from a princess. He grabbed my hand straight away and he held my hand. We walked to the restaurant holding hands and I was like wow what a man. He knows what he was. He was an absolute gentleman and we went back to his house and there was no nothing further. We were just talking on the sofa and I sat there and I went this is it. I’m with him forever. And I just knew instantly and instinctively that he was my the one. I literally moved in with him. That was April and I moved in with him at the end of June.

By the 10th year 2019, we were literally in that biblical sense that as husband and wife, we were one. We could finish each other’s sentences. We knew how I was feeling without words. It was always the decisions are for two. No longer do you make decisions for one. It’s all about Frank. If I buy a water bottle – one for me, one for Frank. Everything’s in twos. We were just soul mates. We worked together. We lived together.

Frank loved his cars. I was always searching for car parts, being driving to places, looking for car parts. So we actually spent 24/7 together. People said that was amazing because for a relationship where someone could actually be with another person 24 hours a day and he’d call me on the phone 20 times and we’d have to do that.

The most beautiful things that I miss, he could go out of that house 20 times and he would kiss me hello every time and he would kiss me every time he would leave. He would kiss me before going to bed. He was never afraid to publicly show his affection. I remember things that I remember, going shopping, I’d be pushing the trolley and he’d stand behind me and put his arms around my waist and nuzzle my neck. So he never was afraid to show public affection. So I knew he loved me. So we had a wonderful, wonderful life together.

I can relate to that, absolutely. Tell us about his health. What was his health like in general?

He looked like a very strong man. He had muscles. He always had maintained his muscle tone. So he looked big and strong. He was a chronic diabetic for 25 years, which he learned to manage it very well. So he would do his checks with what we call his pricker and he would do that four, five, six times a day. So he did not physically work. So he did work on the phone, calling and, with his cars, looking for car parts, he never worked on cars. He always had a young mechanic. So he was maintained his health. He made sure it didn’t go down. He was very smart. Frank’s skill was his brain. He was amazing. A visionary in terms of seeing potential in business and guiding business and coming up with the ideas. That’s where his skill was.

So let’s fast forward to what led him into firstly, Queanbeyan hospital. Take us to that point where things started to go terribly wrong.

So that occurred on the 20th of September 2021. Now, unfortunately my dad who was living in Batemans Bay region, he had had a stroke. So, I was going down there and spending a bit more time with dad. From about June till September, Frank was in Queanbeyan working on his playing with his cars and doing all these car bits, and I was in the Bay with my dad and Frank would drive down every Friday afternoon about three o’clock and he spent the weekend with my dad and me. Then on Monday morning about seven or eight o’clock, he would drive back to Queanbeyan. So, we were unfortunately just living like that because of dad’s situation for a few months now.

So, on the 20th, so on that weekend, on the Friday, he called up and he said, :I’m not feeling too crash hot, I’ll come down in the morning.” and I was like, yeah, that’s fine, no problem.

Then on Saturday morning, he said, “I’m still not feeling super great. I’m fine. It’s not a big problem, but I’ll just stay in the apartment and sleep it off.” And I said, yeah, absolutely. Just rest, sleep on the couch and chill out.

Sunday night in the middle of the night, I woke up with just like a really bad feeling about Frank. I don’t know why it was just like trauma. I had spoken to him throughout the Sunday and he didn’t say that he was really sick. He’s really good friends with his GP. We were originally from Queensland, and he had his GP’s mobile phone number on his phone. So he could call his GP anytime and he said, “no, no, I’m fine. I’ll just call Mark in the morning and I’ll get some antibiotics or whatever.”

So on the Monday morning, I made breakfast for my dad. I got up and fed dad and then got in the car and drove and I called Frank and he didn’t answer. After the fourth phone call, still no answering, I’m starting to panic. So I drove and there’s no range for a large section of the trip, and that drive was just horrific because I didn’t know what I was going to find.

When I got into the apartment, I found Frank sitting on a set of stairs, leaned up against the wall. I was so relieved. I was terrified I was going to find him dead, and when I found him, talking and like, but I could see he was like very, very weak.

I had planned on putting him in the car and taking him back to the Bay with me, but he was close to 100 kilos and as a woman, I physically couldn’t lift him. I could see he had no energy to get up. So , we were speaking about clothes. So we had a normal conversation. He was cognitive. , he said, get me some tracky pants because I said, baby, I’ve got to call an ambulance. I can’t fix this. So, , he said, get like a normal husband and wife. He said, , get me some tracky pants. , so I went into the bedroom and got him some tracky pants and then I thought, how am I going to put him on him? Like I have to get him up.

I called the ambulance and then the ambulance arrived and then they took over from there and I was relieved when the ambulance came and they were asking him questions. And in my state of stress, they asked his birth date and I incorrectly gave the wrong year. I said 1961 and my husband corrected me, and said 1962. So it shows that he wasn’t in a state where he didn’t know what was going on. So when the ambulance arrived, they were asking him all their questions direct. He was answering his own questions. He was speaking, but he just didn’t have that strength to physically get up.

And so the ambulance took over, but I had that sort of relief, because I could just see the ambulance were going to now look after him and it was like, that breather, they’ll fix him and they’ll just get him back right.

So what happened when he got to hospital?

So for that, we were at the stage with the Government policy and COVID in when they were driving their 80% target for getting vaccinated. So we were in the worst lockdowns and the worst of everything, and of course, I wasn’t allowed to go with him. I was physically locked out of the hospital.

So I, of course, called the hospital straight away. And the first call was, he’s just arrived,he’s just in triage. We can’t do anything, the doctor has to look at him.

I call again and I call again and my phone records can show many, many calls. When I finally got to speaking to staff, no doctor wanted to speak to me, like I didn’t get to speak to a doctor. The nurses, which shocked me the first three questions that they asked, does Frank have a will? And I was like, how has the will got to do anything with care of a patient? Is Frank vaccinated? And is there an enduring power of attorney? So all these legal questions and yet no, no advice or no information about his stage or care. So I was not given any information. No doctors called me. Nobody provided me information.

I was calling all the time. I think it’s even on the very first call that the nurse said to me, oh no, Frank’s arrived and we’re sending him straight to Canberra Hospital because it’s got better facilities there. So she said, just hold on and then call Canberra Hospital in about a hour. So I had spent the rest of that day calling Queanbeyan and then Canberra Hospital and then Queanbeyan and then Canberra Hospital and Queanbeyan … all day trying to find out where my husband was. When I get Queanbeyan in they said, oh yes, he’s just about to be sent off and I call Canberra Hospital and they say, no Frank hasn’t arrived yet. And they got to know me. After about the fifth call they’re like, no, it’s like, hi, it’s Nada. It’s Frank’s husband has Frank arrived. No, he’s not here yet, and then when I finally found out at 12 minutes past four in the afternoon on about the 11th call, the nurse said, oh yes, like happy, like, all happy and cheery. Oh yes, he’s arrived and he’s intubated and he’s been sent to straight to ICU.

And I was like, what? Just horrified, like, intubated. What? So, while the hospital, so while Queanbeyan in hospital sent me to the hospital, I was on a wild goose chase trying to find out where he was, they were saying that he’d been sent straight to Canberra when he hadn’t, they kept him there until about 3:30 or quarter to four. During which time they made critical life and death decisions on their own without calling me, without bothering to inform me what they had intended to do with my husband.

Because first of all my question was after the event is my husband was cognitive. When I obtained his medical records afterwards, he had taken 10 breaths of our space of asthma spray. He also it’s recorded in his records. It says airway patient managing own. So that means he was breathing on his own. And he at midday was still breathing on his own by taking asthma spray. So even though he was doing all this, all I can assume is they deceived him by putting him in a coma without his consent.

Now I know my husband, if they had said to him Frank, we’re going to sedate you. We’re going to paralyze you, and we’re going to put you on a mechanical ventilator. He would have told them in no, and discharged himself, perhaps pushing over a couple of tables on the way out. There’s no way that he would have agreed to those treatments, and they certainly didn’t ask me for my permission to get that but my problem was he was cognitive.

Was he having trouble breathing when you last saw him?

He was breathing so I noticed that he was very, weak and tired but I could see he was breathing. I wasn’t in a panic going, if you can see someone that’s gasping for breath, it changes your own reaction. So when I saw him, I was like, you’re okay. I didn’t know what to find when he wasn’t answering his phone. So when I saw him breathing, that wasn’t something I was worried about.

So within within an hour or so of him leaving your presence, he was being intubated?

So they had made the decision three hours after admission. He was dispatched at 10 30 and arrived 10 33 so the hospital’s three minutes away from our house. So my point is that at, I think it was about 11 a.m., he was determined by their medical records that he was still breathing on his own. “Managing own.” So that means he’s breathing on his own. So that was 11 o’clock. At midday, 12:01 in his records, he was still taking breaths on his own with a spacer. So, he was still fine at 1:40. So three hours after admission, all the doctors got together and made a decision to intubate him.

So, and then within an hour or so after that, so that’s four hours from admission. He was intubated. So, there’s a few hours in there that they could have spoken to me, but it was all like rushed and all within secret without any consultation and the medical documents and what they did doesn’t add up.

I’ve spoken to nurses and other doctors since and I’ve been told that, people that have got COPD they can live on 80% oxygen, it’s not a great place to be, but people live on that level of oxygen. It’s manageable. He was there for a short period time.

Traditionally I’ve been informed that there is a method with just a normal oxygen that you get the oxygen level up, this whole new technology of mechanical ventilation, which is very dangerous and very invasive, is a technology that they were pushing with them the COVID protocols, but there were other methods to use, but they chose super duper fast to implement a highly dangerous – that carries so many risks of, getting an infection, from the tube that you put in – which he got; bacteria and so forth, so you know there’s just too many adverse events associated with to just, like a bulldozer just implement the most high risk, when there are other choices and avenues to choose,

Were you and your husband vaccinated?

No, no, I was anti from day one and not shy to say so. I was definitely one of the most vocal people against the vaccination.

So what happened after he was intubated?

So, I called the Canberra Hospital at 4:12 and then again after that and again at 6:37 and the last three calls on I remember looking at my phone records, it was actually a long time that I spoke – it was about 20 minutes. So I’ve been on the phone to hospital staff for a long time. I had at no stage been informed of what they were planning to do that night, and I found this out from his medical records.

So straight away that night. Again, huge rush to put him on a COVID protocol. He was started on a Remdesivir treatment protocol. So a toxic, poisonous drug was put into my husband within hours, without notice, without consent, without warning of adverse events.

Had they asked me I would never have authorized Remdesivir because I had seen the documentary about it, literally, a month beforehand.

Would he have authorized it, if he’d been asked as well?

Never, never in a million years. All our choices were taken away.

Now, I need to go back a moment. So he was in Queanbeyan for about five and a half hours. He was discharged with only one diagnosis, sepsis, he had high blood sugar that was resolved within 24 hours. But he did not have COVID diagnosis.

So he arrived to Canberra with no COVID diagnosis. Canberra Hospital – and this is on their medical records – did a PCR test at 4:30 in the afternoon- so literally on arrival. It says they did a nose and a throat swab. Now my husband was intubated and I’ve got photos of him of what he looks like with that tube down his throat, and if you move it, it stops them breathing. So I find it very implausible to think that they’re going to do a PCR at 4:30 after he’s been intubated.

I just interpret that was like, “oh, well, we just just better make sure that he’s got a COVID diagnosis seeing as he’s already on the COVID protocol.”

So on day one, the only thing I was informed, was the doctor said to me, “We’re going to take very good care of your husband and, we’re going to give you an update about his status every single day, and you can call as many, many times as you want to get a status of your husband”

That was another untrue thing, because I did try to call because I would go an entire day without any information about my husband.

I remember for 17 days – he died in 18 days – but I remember for 17 days sitting on a chair all day, waiting for a phone call from the hospital for an update on my husband’s status. Sometimes they cared so much that they didn’t call me until five o’clock in the afternoon, by which time I had called and called and called and called with no answer. Now when I went in now when I was allowed to go to be with my husband when he died. I remember standing when they’re putting the PPE on me, and I was standing in front of the nurses station and there was about half a dozen, and I was standing there and I could tell by the demeanour that they were chit chatting it wasn’t a like a meeting, and I could hear the phone in the background just like, I was in that zombie land and these people are just standing there ignoring the phone, and, I thought they’re thinking that was me on the phone for 17 days I was ringing and ringing and ringing and there was no answer. I was like right, right, that’s what you were doing, chatting, because I could almost never get through.

When I did get a phone call from doctors, in hindsight I can see what they were saying was just straight out lies. Four days before he died, for example, on Monday – he died on the Thursday – on the Monday a doctor Tom said to me, “Oh, it’s going to be a long road to recovery when he gets out, he’s not going to be the same as when he gets out.” I don’t care how he comes out, just as long as he comes out I’ll be so happy. So I was like texting all his friends saying the doctor said he’s going to recover. That was the furthest thing from the truth because two days later I got a call saying, oh he’s dying, he’s going to die in 24 hours.

So, and he was already rotten through from the remdesivir by that stage. So it was an outright lie, and all I would get pretty much all the time was talking about the oxygen levels.

So he was intubated on the first day. After my husband was killed with all these protocols. I of course could not rest and so I started researching remdesivir and I found out that it was, an Ebola drug that was trailed in 2019 and in November 2019 so a good couple of months before COVID hit the world, and it was published that it had a death rate of 53.1% so on the New England Journal of Medicine so this was,readily available information. The doctors had access to all this information and, and ignored it. ^{(03) (04)}

So the first day they said he’s, intubated and the second day, getting better – he’s opened up his eyes and he’s responding, and we’re hoping to take him off the ventilator the next day and so the first one two three days was like “he’s improving, he’s getting better”.

Then, his oxygen generation level dropped, and from that point on, it was just downhill. Every day downhill. It was just like – they give you a little bit of “always stable” – I was just clinging on to stable. I was just clinging to that but it would be like “oh no he’s worse” and “he’s not better today” and afterwards, they said I could do video phone calls, because I wasn’t allowed into the hospital but then like setting that up was like near impossible. I did do a video phone call on his birthday which was the first of October, and seeing him in that state, but you’re still calling to hope.

After he died and I met another girl whose dad was put on the same protocol, and she shared a photo of her father, and they both had the same look of death on their face, and it’s like this unique look and I thought afterwards, how like these drugs slowly kill you because he ended up with multi organ failure, he went in with sepsis and he died of a list of 13 things, and the worst is multi organ failure.

I heard afterwards, that the doctors are calling Remdesivir “Run! Death is near!“, which just confirmed it. I was like, they know what they’re doing, they’re literally watching the look of death coming over a person, they’re getting a drug, they’re watching a person die, and they’re doing it all over again, with no regard, like how do you do that? Watch the look of death?

When you were communicating with him on that video call, was he communicating back to you?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, he was in a coma the whole time, they kept him on a cocktail of fentanyl. So that’s a hideous drug. Instead of morphine, they use an engineered product, which is 100 times stronger than morphine.

Fentanyl is a powerful synthetic opioid pain medication that is used to treat severe pain, particularly in cancer patients or those undergoing surgery. It works by binding to opioid receptors in the brain and other parts of the body to reduce pain and create a sense of relaxation and euphoria. However, fentanyl can be very dangerous and addictive when misused or abused, and it can lead to respiratory depression and even death. It is a controlled substance and can only be obtained with a prescription from a licensed healthcare provider. ~ chatGPT

So he was on a paralyzing agent so that he doesn’t move because they don’t want you to move. Now listen to the absolute ridiculousness of what they do. So they put him on a paralyzing drug so that he doesn’t move because he’s got a tube down his throat, and yet they do what they call “proning”, which means they’re flipping, a 95 kilogram, maybe 100kg, on his back and on his stomach.

Proning is a medical term used to describe the process of placing a patient face down in a prone position to improve oxygenation in patients with respiratory distress, such as those with acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS) or COVID-19. Proning can also be used to prevent bedsores in certain patients by relieving pressure on certain areas of the skin. In contrast to the supine position, the prone position involves lying face down with the chest and abdomen facing downward. Proning is a technique that is commonly used in critical care settings and requires specialized training and equipment to ensure patient safety. ~ chatGPT

So that’s okay, to literally throw a person onto their back and onto their stomach. So they’ve got him paralyzed, they’ve got him drugged up with fentanyl and, a raft of other… I can’t pronounce all the names. Dexamethasone, the there’s another one with B, I can’t pronounce it, but he was given the works, and even to the point that one of his list of what he they were treating for, he had narcotic intolerance. So they gave him so many drugs that like any f’n drug you develop intolerance over it. So to me, I have to question, was he feeling pain in the end? Because if he had developed any tolerance to the pain blockers, was he feeling the pain? But no, he was always in a coma stage. So no, he did not ever respond to me.

And sometimes when one nurse said, “oh yeah, he responded to me”, another nurse said, “Oh no, there’s no response in him.” So I don’t know what the truth is, I had never saw anything. I only had about two video phone calls, so I was just talking to him, and he did not respond in any way.

I’ve heard that they can hear you, but he was drugged up on fentanyl, even if he could physically hear you with all those drugs, the state of their brain, even at one stage, I remember actually, they were doing a test on to see if he was brain dead or if he had any brain left, because I guess because of all the drugs that they did to him.

This just reminded me of another thing. So he developed and what’s called pressure injuries from lying on in the one spot, and I guess his organs were just dying; Remdesivir causes multi-organ failure, so it just kills everything.

So he developed pressure injuries, and on his penis. So the doctors and the nurses may like this great hoo-ha about calling me to expressly get my consent, that they take photographs of his penis so that they could send it to a specialist and talk via, talk via, internet or whatever to get, treatment advice from a specialist about the pressure injury to his penis.

Yet they do not seek consent to put a toxic poison with a 53% death rate in my husband’s veins, but needed to take a photo of my husband’s penis. So how do you rationalise that? Just beyond comprehension.

Yeah, you can’t; as John would say, “you just couldn’t make that stuff up”. So it progressively got worse, and then we come to the day when…

Monday, the doctor gave me false hope. Tuesday, I get a call from the registrar doctor who was like the “ship ’em out” doctor, which became very clear. “We’ve had enough of them, time to get rid of them now”. She called me up after lunch and she said, your husband’s dying. She actually made me feel really, really bad. “Have you and your husband spoke about end of life?” … “As a matter of fact, we have”.

So that’s euthanasia – when they want to end life with a cocktail of drugs. The most common is midazolam and fentanyl. It slows your breathing down to the point where you just stop breathing. So I had said to her, as a matter of fact, I have, because my husband once said to me a long time ago, I guess, because he was a diabetic and he thought, well, if ever I end up incapacitated, you have to switch off the machines, and I said to my husband, Oh, no, I said, I’m a Christian, and, there is no way I’m ever going to do that for you. I said, because I believe in God, and that’s the thing – these are my words, verbatim to Bronwyn. I said, God gives life, and only God can take life, according to my faith, so you do not have my permission to end his life or to implement any euthanasia treatments.

So she did it anyway. On the Tuesday, so literally 24 hours later, she called me again after lunch, and she said to me, your husband’s going to die in 24 to 36 hours. His lungs are destroyed by 70%. And my reaction was, well, can’t you do a lung transplant? Aren’t they common these days? Like, no, his body can’t take it. All the rest of his organs can’t cope with the operation, and she said, no, his heart’s going to stop beating, he’s got clots on his lungs, and he’s got a clot in his arms, and there’s nothing further we can do for your husband.

And she said, and because he’s dying, we’re going to permit you access into the hospital and into Canberra so that you can enter and you can be with your husband when he dies, and she said, I’ll send you the forms, and so that afternoon, I got forms, I was even getting forms until 11 o’clock at night because they sent me certain forms to fill in and I had to fill them in. Not phone calls, I was getting emails. If I didn’t see the email, I would have missed it. I was in Batman’s Bay. I got up early and showered and thought, I’m just going to drive to Queanbeyan and even without my approval so I can be there so that when I’ve got the approval.

I went to our apartment in Queanbeyan, and I sat there by myself and waited. Waited for that call. Nine o’clock, ten o’clock, eleven o’clock, no call. So I called them. “Oh, no, the paperwork’s not done yet.” It’s just like nothing. It’s just like nothing. So, at 12 o’clock, it’s still nothing. So I had our dog with us, Max. And I thought, I’m just going to drop off Max because it’s getting so late now to Frank’s daughters, so that I could just go when I get that call. So I called again, again, it was at like one o’clock. I still hadn’t heard anything, and then they were just like, “you can just make your way over. We’ll do the paperwork so by the time you get here, like in 20 minutes, you can just get through.”

So I got there. And so, of course, then I have to find ICU. So I get to ICU. And it’s just like an empty corridor. The reception and downstairs was full of people, but when I get to this area there was no one there, and so, without knowing, I just walked straight through the ICU doors and I’m standing there, trying to like, flag someone down. And so I’m like waiting. And I’m in the red zone. No PPE, no nothing. I’m just like, walked in there, trying to find someone to attend to me. And then they were like, “oh, oh, you can’t be in here.” and scooted me out to the corridor again. So I sat there for about another 20 minutes by myself in the corridor until the registrar came out again, and she said, “oh, come on through.” And they took me through to the social workers office, and then that was a pre-warning of, just want to let that it’s going to be a pretty frightening sight, we don’t want you to get upset when you see Frank, and, yeah, they have to pre-warn you because of what they did to him.

So he looked like, so he went in a strong, like man, beautiful, he looked like a group of thugs belted him with baseball bats. He was purple. He was ballooned out, had bruises all over his body. He had a black scab on his lip about the size of a 20-piece cent, dead skin, jet black. Just unrecognizable.

So, of course, I had, PPE, plastic gloves, so I wasn’t able to touch his skin. His right hand was stone cold. I could see, when I saw him, instinctively in my heart, I could see he was dead. I just knew it. It was just like a feeling that I had and I thought the machines are just keeping him alive. They’ve just kept him alive long enough to for me to just physically see him.

When I was in with that social worker, the registrar doctor said to me, “oh, you can be with Frank as long as you want, you don’t have to hurry up. The most people could handle being in an ICU is four hours. So you want to be there four hours, six hours, it’s up to you.” That was another untruth, because as soon as I got in there, it was pretty much go, go, go, get out.

So I sat down next to Frank and I was holding his hand and I was stroking his leg like I always did and talking to him. I said, the Lord’s prayer and I prayed and I spoke to him. Obviously don’t know if he heard me or whether what state of mind he is because his medical records, later showed me that he was on fentanyl, so that’s just a given. He was on on all day and all these meds – he’s got like 100 pages of drugs that he was given in the 18 days, and so he was given a lethal quantity, 100 milligrams.

10 milligrams kills a person. So they gave him 100 milligrams of a Midazolam, which was started with an IV at seven o’clock in the morning. So, they made sure that I didn’t go in until he was dead. So the infusion was done at seven and I didn’t get in until see him until about two. So it would have already done that work. So that intuition, that feeling that I had at the time was 100% correct. They had killed him with Midazolam, and they didn’t tell me.

The doctor actually lied on the medical records. She said that she had a great bedside chat with me and that she told me that she gave him Midazolam. There was no discussion of what drugs they were giving him. There was nothing! It was all about, “we’re just pre-warning you of what you’re going to see.”

So this whole corrupt story that she wrote in her medical records that she had a chat with me, the length of the lie! I guess a liar that tells little lies, is also quite happy to tell big lies, because they’re all the same.

So what I didn’t realize is when I sat down, she escorted me to Frank in the ICU and I didn’t realize she was sitting directly behind me. So she was sitting at one of those high chairs with like a computer or whatever it is medical equipment that she was looking at. I didn’t realize because I was just focused on my husband, talking to my husband.

Oh, the other thing she said to me is, “don’t cry”. She said, “you can’t cry because if you cry, you’re going to wet the mask and you’re going to fog up the visor. We’re going to have to take you out of ICU and replenish the PPE, and that’s just too hard. So don’t cry.”

So I sat there with my husband in his last hours as he’s dying and instead of being free to feel, and to talk, I sat there thinking, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry because they’re going to take you out, don’t cry. Just disgusting. So I just try and even I felt the tears, I would just go, just stop, don’t cry, don’t cry.

On his birthday, I said to him, “please fight, please fight, don’t give up, please fight.” But when I saw him, I saw he was dead, so I was actually speaking to my husband. I wasn’t speaking to anyone other than my husband and I said to my husband, I said, “I will let you go. If you want to go to God, I will let you go. You don’t have to stay for me.”

So Bronwyn took that as her opportunity. She took an opportunity. I didn’t know, she was sitting right behind me. Eaves-dropping to every word to my husband as he’s dying. She jumps right, it comes around from the left side of me, and she took that as her authority to switch off the machines.

So straight away, she says to me, “I’m going to switch off his kidney dialysis machine now.” Am I in any state to think of anything? I’m just like, oh. And then next thing she says, “I’m going to take out the breathing tube so that you can see his face one last time without the tube in his mouth”, and she just took over and then just stopped all the machines.

So I watched him take his last three breaths, the sound, the sight, will never leave me.

They keep you away from the hospital for 17 days and they grant you half an hour just to watch them die, so that you can remember that for the rest of your life. So he died, of course, using his last three breaths, his living spirit left him. And so I stayed with him, I can’t remember, 10 more minutes, and then she took out. So it was like, go, go, go. So that four hours, that take however long you wanted, was like, oh no, no, it’s like, get you out of there.

So then she took me into the social workers office to talk about the funeral arrangements. So I sat down and they just handed me this booklet about funerals. She just said, “I’ll call a funeral home and they’ll just organize everything.” But then it was like onto a conversation about cremation. She was driving home the point about you need to cremate your husband because he’s got COVID in his body and you can’t bury a person that’s got COVID in their body. So you have to cremate him.

And it was, it was, and this was like, full on the whole conversation in there was about cremation. And I remember saying to her as a Christian, I said, in my faith, your body returns to dust. So your physical body is no longer significant. But straight after my husband died, I really wasn’t in the mood about talking about funerals and cremations and what I was going to do with my husband’s body, but it was like, cremation, cremation.

I did question whether this was true. She was implying that it was a government protocol that he had to be cremated. So afterwards, his eldest daughter was getting really quite cross, saying that, you can’t cremate dad. This is not coming from me. Like, I’m not, the hospital are telling me that. So his daughter ended up writing on Monday to the minister of the ACT, the health minister, and she got a response back quite quickly, which is amazing, and she sent me a screenshot of that letter, and there was no government guidelines to say that you had to cremate a person with COVID.

So that doctor was out right lying. And so I sat there. So while she was driving this so hard, I actually sat there thinking, what have you given him that you are trying to hide?

Look at how he looks, so, filled with poisons that you want to all evidence destroyed so that no autopsy can be done on his body.

But there is always the possible autopsy because my husband was buried in a steel casket that doesn’t rot. So his body is nice and solid, and won’t disappear into the soil casket. But that was a horrific thing.

So they’re causing even more tension with family afterwards by lying and telling you, you’ve got to do X, Y and Z with their body. And that first weekend, I was being attacked by this family by saying something that the doctor told me, that they thought was me driving it, and they wouldn’t believe that it wasn’t me.

So, Nada, are you getting any support now? How are you coping?

Well, I have to say that when Frank was in the hospital, I turned to the Lord. I always had faith. Clearly not as much as now, because my whole life has gone to shit. My life is nothing the same. I’ve lost business. I’ve lost all our assets. I’ve lost everything that my husband and I work for for 10 and a half years together in our life. All the hard work the two of us did, all assets, property, gone.

I’m losing it all because when those doctors chose to put a poison in my husband.

I heard that they get kickbacks for using remdesivir from the manufacturer Gilead. So, while those doctors, I believe got richer for injecting my husband with a poison, I got poor, I got to lose everything.

So in that time when he was in the hospital, I prayed to the Lord and saying, please save him, please don’t let him die. Please save him. Bring him home. Please save him. But I also said to the Lord, let your will be done, not mine. And I will accept whatever choice you have. So I clung to that. After that, I clung to my faith even more. I spend my time on that predominantly.

I do have his family. A few of his friends also did look after me. But unfortunately, I have to say post my husband’s death. I’ve also seen the horror of people because just everyone, people like outsiders and selling goods after he died, I had to sell everything to pay our mortgage, to pay bill, I was in court with the council fighting stupid penalties. I had legal fees.

Everyone saw death as the opportunity to go for money. I was horrified by humanity. So no, in one way, no, I wasn’t supported because what I saw was ugliness. I had a kid who was helping me actually steal all my husband’s tools out of the shed. Just all gone.

I think the only way I’ve been able to survive part is that I’ve decided to fight for my husband, I’m fighting to speak out about this. So instead of caving, I have gone on to the fight mode.

And I’ve just relied on my faith in God. I’ve had only a handful of people, one of Frank’s friends called me every single day for six months, every night after work, he called me up and said, are you okay? And another friend called me every fortnight. And then I had his cousins wife, she called me all the time. So a small handful of people, but not the people that I expected to be there.

So many people were so scared of COVID. I had my matron of honour, not come to his funeral, which was outdoors in the open air, because she was scared of COVID. And then a month, two months later, didn’t see me at all, after the funeral didn’t come to visit me, scared of COVID. But then I saw a picture of her on Facebook having a picnic in the park with masks on, and I was like, right. Can’t come around to see me who’s lost my husband, but picnic in the park, okay. So I’ve blocked her, like, I’ve blocked a lot of people. I had another friend walk straight past me at the beach of people that my husband was best man to. I actually invited him to my husband’s funeral because I was only allowed to invite 10. So there was a gentleman my husband absolutely loved. So I invited Frank’s friends. His family weren’t allowed to come because they’re all in Queensland and the borders were locked, so his actual blood family were not permitted to come. So I could only invite friends in Queanbeyan, and so I invited, this guy that Frank was best man to, and they declined without actually saying no, they said, “invite family first”. I said, no, no, I want you to come, and then they sent me a text message saying, “no, you invite family instead”. And I was like, Oh, I get it. You don’t want to come.

Right. No, I don’t know what to say. We’ve got to end this interview now. But this story sadly is becoming all too common, and my heart bleeds. You had been messaging us for quite some time, and I do apologize that we didn’t see your messages. We get 30 odd thousand a week, and I’m so glad you persisted and reached out to me. We must continue this fight. We must keep standing up for this. This is a clear indication of a system that has no conscience, no common sense, no integrity, no honour, no compassion and no care for human life.

It is a system that has a large number of people who do embrace those values. It is a system that embraces, that holds close to its heart, many people who are in there doing the best that they can. But I suggest a lot of them have been corrupted by big pharmaceutical bonuses and also by hospital policies run by bureaucrats that are just completely and utterly heartless. There’s been one ounce of compassion in anything that you’ve alluded to tonight, which is why the people of this country have lost faith in the system. Completely lost faith.

And that’s why I had to speak out because it’s really important that this information gets out of what’s happening, and to address your point of policies, they’re not even observing policies, because particularly in my husband’s case, they actually went against the policies.

So I’ve got written Australian guidelines, which says, you can’t give remdesivir to a ventilated patient, and they still gave that to him. My husband’s medical records states nine times “Not for Remdesivir” and they gave it to him anyway.

So that motivation with I assume monetary bonuses from big pharma, that’s so powerful that it’s not even being driven by policy, it’s just being driven by money.

My husband may have stood a chance if they had actually even observed policies, but they didn’t even observe policy because they gave him Remdesivir after they put him on a ventilator. He didn’t get off either of them. So he came out dead.

Even the fact that you were told you could go and visit him on the last day of his life and they kept you waiting for hours, that is reprehensible, absolutely reprehensible, and then to be told that you weren’t allowed to cry because you’d have to change PPE. I mean, there is so much wrong with this.

This broadcast will cause outrage. And AHPRA, the AMA, the health authorities, all of these governing bodies, it’s about time you started governing for the right reasons and not to silence people and shut down anyone who’s maybe attacking an agenda which has clearly gone wrong, which clearly has no public confidence. This has gone far enough.

So Nada, I have to bring this to a close. I’d like to pray if that’s okay.

Lord Father in heaven, we just thank you that we’ve been able to speak about these issues as troubling and as disgusting as they are, Father God. We know these matters are causing you great perplexity as well, but we also know that you’re still in control. There are people who need to answer for this kind of behaviour. Our country, our planet is losing its heart and its soul. Lord, all we can do is pray that you will come as soon as possible to put an end to this rubbish, to put evil to the sword and take us all home because this is just mind bogglingly crazy. We have degenerated into a state that is beyond comprehension. So Father God and leaders, keep us safe, keep us close. We pray Lord that you will help those who are anxious to realise that what they did yesterday got them to today to keep doing this one day at a time. And we pray that this video will reach those who need to hear it and it will generate an enquiry that must be taking place immediately. Protocols are being completely and utterly, well they’re not even protocols, Father. So we ask you to God and leaders in the precious name of Jesus. We pray Amen.

Thank you, Nada, for joining us. We remember Frank, our hearts go out to you. As John would say if he was here, “you just couldn’t make this stuff up” and you haven’t. You haven’t. So God bless you. Thank you everyone for watching this special edition.