Pfizer # 1: FF8871
I was married to my husband, Christopher, 61, for 29 years. Our son is 26, and daughter is 24. Chris was a wonderful father who loved doing things with the kids throughout their years – I almost had to fight to go on a school camp with them when they were younger, as Chris was very engaged with their activities and sports. He also loved football, and our dogs – he had a soft spot for our dog Jasmine, and she adored him.
He had existing conditions of being a type 2 diabetic (on insulin injections), he had high blood pressure and was mentally unwell. He had been made redundant some years ago from his truck driving job he’d worked at for 12 years, and although he had other driving jobs after this (courier etc), he was never able to rise above it – he was locked in a negative place. He didn’t have permanent work, but was on an agency’s books, which gave sporadic work through to 2021. I was working in my permanent teaching job.
He had not been taking his medication for any of his conditions and was not himself when an incident occurred in July 2021, where he assaulted me and had to be removed from our home by the police. He ended up with bail conditions of not being allowed to make contact with me, and went to stay with his brother, but was only able to stay a few days so my sister and brother in law agreed to take him in. He’d been staying at his brothers when he went on his own to have the Pfizer vaccine (which was still in the phase for the higher risk population at the time) on the 29th of July 2021. This has been three days prior to him going to stay at my sisters. My sister and brother in law told me that when he’d come to their place, he was talking, but not making sense (which wasn’t like him), and his body (mostly hands) were also shaking/tremoring.
On the 16th of August, the day prior to our level 4 lockdown, I’d requested the court remove the bail condition of Chris being able to speak to me, because I knew he was unwell and that he wasn’t a danger to me – they agreed to alter it. Then on the 18th of August, three weeks after his first Pfizer vaccine and also the second day of our level 4 lockdown, he called the house and our daughter answered. He was slurring his words and wanted someone to take him to get his second Pfizer vaccine as he said he’d fallen over so many times, so she handed the phone to me and I said to him, “Chris, I think you’re having a stroke. I’m going to come and get you and take you to the hospital”, and I did. Because we were in lockdown, I had to just hand him over at the door and wasn’t allowed to go in. I asked them to ring me.
Chris didn’t understand what was happening to him at the time, and I was concerned about the hospital not having his existing health information, and the fact he wasn’t taking his medication, because Chris wasn’t able to present this information himself. It was hell for about 24 hours not being able to get any information, it had been impossible to try and get hold of anyone at the hospital. Finally, someone called me the following day, and I passed on information about his health conditions, and they confirmed that he’d had a stroke. To begin with, he could talk to me, but he couldn’t walk – It was his left side. I dropped his phone charger off at the hospital so he could call me himself, and we could contact him easily, but he quickly lost the physical ability to charge his phone, and instead kept asking the nurses to ring me with the hospital phone. I wasn’t allowed to see him at the time due to lockdown rules.
After 2-3 weeks in hospital, he was transferred to the rehabilitation centre where people go to recover from stroke and other disabilities – He was only in there for 12 hours before they’d sent him back to the hospital, as they discovered an infection in his bladder and his temperature had spiked. I’d been planning to see him there for the first time since his admission, as we’d had a change in lockdown rules and were now at level 3, but that also meant I could go into hospital to see him too.
A couple of days after he’d gone back to the hospital, a senior doctor took me aside and told me he had a fungal infection of the blood, that it was very serious and that he could die. When I’d first seen him in hospital, he was unable to talk and was communicating by nodding his head, but when they were giving him the treatment for the blood he started deteriorating physically and couldn’t move or squeeze a hand and could only blink his eyes. If you asked questions in such a way, he’d answer by blinking twice for yes, and once for no. They’d said the fungal infection in his blood should not be causing the paralysis and they didn’t know why it was happening, but then found that he was having brain stem strokes, and this was what was causing the paralysis.
At the time my brother in law got me to ask the doctors whether the blood infection could have happened because of the Pfizer vaccine. The doctors responded they didn’t think it was from that but thought it might be from Chris removing a catheter, but no-one knows. If I’d have known more at that time, I would have questioned the vaccine being the cause of the stroke.
They found an abscess in his rectum when he was deteriorating, and he made it clear with his nods in front of surgeons at the time that he didn’t want them to treat it. They asked him in such a way they could clearly witness his position on it. His mum had a stroke, and he had always said – if that ever happens to me, let me die. He’d expressed this view previously with me and his children and we’d had discussions over it before. Because of this, the doctors respected his wishes.
He still had a feeding tube when he was at the eye blinking stage, and we all agreed together that if the feeding tube comes out, for it to not be put back in, then about two days later, the hospital asked me if I could ask him whether he still wanted it or not. I broke down when I tried to ask him and couldn’t do it. The decision ended up being taken out of my hands thankfully as it had dislodged that night (it had also dislodged before). This was about the Tuesday or Wednesday that this happened at the end of September 2021.
The hospital then talked about him going into a home, but there was no-way I would want his last days in a home. The nurse in the hospital who organises patient transfers into a home advised me that they cannot force us to make him leave. I wasn’t going to go out of my way for him to go anywhere else with the stress of costs/responsibility etc. They mentioned there is end of life funding they’d apply for to cover costs for Chris, but he wasn’t in a good place and said they’d leave it until after the weekend. We’d been in level 2 lockdown by this time, so our children and others had been allowed in to see him, and everyone had their chance to say goodbye. The Saturday morning (2nd of October) was the last time we could communicate with him – he’d been on morphine, and they were keeping him comfortable. I stayed in there overnight a couple of times when it was touch and go with him, and I was there when he passed away on Sunday 3rd of October 2021.
My sister and brother in law went online to do a CARM report that night. It took 3 days to get it submitted because the process is so difficult. No one ever contacted them, or us to question anything since it was submitted 14 months ago. They’d had more information on what was happening to him after the vaccine than I did and there was no doubt in my mind, that it was the Pfizer vaccine that led to his demise. Whilst he was in the hospital, someone had come around hospital rooms with forms to be covid vaccinated. I wasn’t there at the time, but when I heard this and saw the form, I thought – no way you’re going to put that into him!
Within 6 weeks of Chris passing away, I was terminated from my job due to not being vaccinated when the mandates came in on the 15th of November. It was a double whammy to lose my husband and my job in such close proximity. I was not shown compassion at all. I had worked there for 15 years and had no acknowledgement of my service.