A Twitter user shared the horrific true story of how the lockdowns killed his mother:
My mother died from covid while never having covid. At the beginning of the pandemic, she found a tiny lump the size of a dime on the back of her knee. No doctor would see her due to covid. A doctor diagnosed her with a “bakers cyst” on the phone and refused to see her.
Weeks and months went by and it continued to grow. She had zoom calls with doctors, no one would see her and still stuck by the cyst theory. The “cyst” grew outside of her skin and more zoom appointments led to antibiotics being prescribed as it ripped through her flesh. No one would see her. She could not get a doctor to see her and they all dismissed her.
I went and saw a baseball sized tumor on the back of her leg that was four different colors, open and seeping fluid everywhere. I immediately said “that’s cancer” and she said the doctor said it was an infected cyst. I brought her to the ER. I was removed by security because they wouldn’t let me in with her, to advocate for her and I decided I wasn’t going to be removed. She was treated for an infected cyst and released with no biopsy.
I found a dermatologist outside of her insurance and brought her. He immediately diagnosed it as a very likely sarcoma and biopsied it. It was malignant. Later scans showed it spread to her lungs and lymphnodes.
I wasn’t allowed inside for her treatments so she sat through them alone and afraid. I moved in to my aunts house where she was staying so I could care for her and not dump her into a hospital or rehab center.
For over a year I watched the cancer eat her alive. Helping her go to the bathroom, cleaning her, changing her bed. She needed to be carried everywhere and was entirely non ambulatory. Her lymphnodes in her groin swelled so bad she could no longer urinate and needed a Foley catheter placed, which caused constant infections.
The cancer grew and they refused to amputate her leg. The tumor was the size of a very large grapefruit, oozing everywhere and had almost amputated her leg entirely before she died. She laid in bed, smelling herself rot. My aunts entire house smelled from it, from the cancer. It was nearly unlivable.
She experienced one of the worst deaths I’ve ever witnessed. I watched her take her last breaths while praying over her and holding her hand. I fell to my knees and thanked God for mercy. I didn’t cry when she died, that was the only easy part of the process. Years later my aunt is still suffering from PTSD and severe depression. It tore my whole family apart, not just my mother. Years later we are close to settling the lawsuit after rejecting large settlements. It’s my suit but when we settle, I’m giving my aunt half, she suffered more than me.
I didn’t sue for the money. In fact I’m shocked I kept my composure and handled it as I did. This was about justice and hurting them where it hurts, their wallets. Just a reminder that this can never happen again.