Standard of “Care”: First do no harm?

There are lots of things that make no sense to me. It’s not that I do not understand what is going on or even the over-arching “why”. My comprehension skills are quite deep, by God’s grace. The one thing that gets me time and again, no matter the circumstances, topic, or whatnot, is the underlying “why”. Why, after all things are considered, reasoned, do people still make the choices to do the things that make no freakin sense at all? That, likely, is a rather involved philosophical discussion that we can take up at another time. Perhaps this statement works simply to introduce what I am about to share here. Take what is cited “standard of care” and look at it through the lens of the Hippocratic Oath, “first do no harm.” Get that? Even a cursory glance of our medical systems’ effects on public health can leave one baffled. If, that is, you have any common sense and are paying attention. So, why is the legally outlined “standard of care” in direct opposition to the supposed “oath” taken by medical practitioners, “first do no harm”? Now there’s a head-scratcher.

I get it

Okay, okay. I get it. That particular selection of words is not verbatim in the actual Hippocratic Oath, but the simple principle of the commitment is laced throughout it. One of the fundamental ideas stressed is that “it is at times better to do nothing than to intervene with methods that would likely cause harm to a person.” This principle is taught as a “cornerstone” of their ethics. The commitment to provide care that is beneficial, and not add to the harm or damage that already exists, is supposedly a practitioners’ highest priority.

Really? I call bullshit. We can delve into the history of all that another time. Here I am bringing a challenge to this very idea. If you stay with me til the end of this rant, I hope you will see how damned insane all this medical industry stuff truly is.

And, oh… At the outset the only disclaimer I will make is that my words and tone will likely get quite harsh at times. If you cannot handle that, rather than “admonish” me in the comments, simply don’t let the door hit your ass on your way out. I have absolutely not one apologetic tendency in me at this point. I make no apology for my attitude or words in reference to any industry, professional, et al, as I write this. If my colorful flares are blinding to you, move on. If my comments and attitude anger you, you are missing the point. Bottom line is, if the shoe doesn’t fit don’t use it to beat me. Rather, be relieved that you are a rare breed.

Challenge

So, what “challenge” do I bring? In short, for those who are merely curious and choose not to actually read this entire post… I challenge the very idea of the bullshit we’re fed from birth. The idea that we are to trust doctors and are assured all our lives that they take an oath, committed to helping and to prioritize causing no harm. I challenge the so-called “standard of care”, as dictated usually by state laws and policy, which do not at all uphold the standard to which these doctors supposedly commit. Rather, the standard of “care” stands in direct opposition and only facilitates covering the harm done by these bastards every stinking day. Even the murders they perpetrate.

Furthermore, I challenge any attorney and “expert” witness doctor with the integrity and fortitude to make actual, common sense change, to get a hold of me. I am done seeking you out, writing emails, letters, and going through lengthy questions over the phone, only to be told, time and again, I am “right, but there is nothing” you can do. Bullshit. How about you grow a pair enough to make some change? I am way past sick and tired of the bullshit excuses given over and over, from professional cowards. The fact is, if the Lord throws something in your lap, He has a purpose for you in it. So, stop with the “that’s just how things are” bullshit, while you go “praise the Lord” on Sundays.

If you actually read this entire post you will find an extremely clear illustration that deserves “going viral”, so to speak…and pun intended. I hope and pray that sharing this creates a “virus” that “infects” all who read it, that at the very least some eyes may be opened. Let’s start a movement to make actual, common sense change for the betterment of all.

Ready?

So, here we go. Rather than just telling the detailed story of the destruction of my beloved husband, Jamie, I’m gonna try to make this a bit easier. I’ll break it down into steps or stages. At each of these, I’ll tell you what they did and what they should have done. It’s quite interesting to note that everything they did to my husband last year had alternatives that would have done him “no harm.” And those alternatives were not even far outside what ought to be expected knowledge of anyone who claims to have understanding of the body. Ready?

Anyone that kept up on the going’s on last year at APupStop.com is at least familiar with what was going on with Jamie. The very basics are that Jamie was fit and active, took no medications (at all), worked out 3 days a week all his life and was careful about what he put into his body. He and I differed on a couple things, but I get a bit more nitty gritty than he. Otherwise, he was not promiscuous throughout his life, never used drugs or drank in excess. In fact, in the eight years we were together I think he had maybe two or three alcoholic drinks. And he did not even finish those. The photo here is a rather old one, but… Oh my, what a goodie!

Last year (2024) in May he turned 67. Again, not your typical “old guy.” Earlier last year he had a lump in his neck that was later diagnosed as a cancer tumor. He also had a mass in his abdomen that he assumed was a hernia trying to get out of control. Later it was found that he had two kidney stones and that mass was his bladder that was backed up.

First failure

That sounds terrifying, indeed. But the fact needs stressed that when all this mayhem began last year, even considering the two things I just noted, he was still working out three days a week, never missed a day of work, was quite active “for his age”, and we even had a fabulous sex life. (Considering what was going on, that is pertinent.) In spite of all this. Granted, I cannot say he was “fine”. That would be plain stupid. At the same time, prior to walking into the ER at Summa/Akron Hospital (hell-spital) he was not incapacitated. Instead of helping him, however, from the very first step they began to kill him.

April 25th, 2024, at the behest of the naturopath we consulted for the cancer, we went to the ER. The naturopath saw from his blood work that his kidneys were in serious trouble. At that point, that is all anyone knew. So, when the ER nurses brought up Jamie’s info in the chart, all they knew was that some levels were dangerously high, indicating his kidney function was way off. I belabor this point to emphasize that some exploration should have been done before trying to ram a thick tube up his penis multiple times. And I mean, they rammed it. That traumatized him and caused him to bleed for almost two weeks.

Nope. Not an iota of common sense. And I won’t even go into what it was like to helplessly watch my husband be tortured, at this point. Granted, they did get it in did drain about a half gallon of urine, but the damage and trauma lasted for months. Still, Jamie quickly got back to his always positive, forgiving self. He was admitted that afternoon (Thursday) and they still did not call the actual urologist until the next day. That Saturday morning the urologist surgically put a stent in each ureter, after removing two stones. One in a kidney and another at the top of his bladder. Noting a bit enlarged prostate, at that time it was diagnosed “acute kidney injury.” The damage from the repeated beating in the ER was also noted.

Over that weekend anyone with a degree that saw my husband for even two seconds did their utmost to badger him to receive blood. Though he was anemic, he adamantly refused and I supported him. Sure, his hemoglobin was low, but considering his body was already responding well, let’s wait and let it do what God designed it to do. In fact, tiny bit by tiny bit, his hemoglobin was increasing. Come Monday, they had no valid reason to keep him longer, though they tried. He went home with the foley bag and a void trial scheduled in two weeks. It took almost two rolls of duct tape to keep him home from work for a day or two, he was already feeling that much better.

And then

Now we’re at the beginning of May (2024). Wednesday he went back to work. That Thursday (May 2nd) we saw the naturopath again and got him started on the cancer treatments. Mistletoe injections, along with the homeopathy that she provides, formulated specifically for each patient. Like with many traditional treatments, herbs and whatnot, one must begin with low doses and work up until you find “your maintenance dose.” Amazingly, though, even in that first week to ten days, the tumor stopped growing and even the swelling around it reduced. Keep that in mind as you read on.

So, between April 30th (released from hell-spital) and May 14th, Jamie was back to his usual. Though his workouts were much lighter, so as to not dislodge the stents, all other things (minus our sex life) were back to normal. Yes, he was still extremely sore and bled into that bag for at least ten days. Aside from that, you would not know much was awry with him. He still went and helped his parents a couple times each week. He still did not miss another day of work. He still enjoyed playing with our dogs and doing yard work. And then came the “void trial” May 14th. That is the day that changed literally everything. It was not until after the fact that I looked up stuff about a void trial. Frankly, I am freakin plain sick and tired of researching shit to make sure folks are doing the damn job they’re paid to do. But here is what I found.

After that very short appointment, Jamie went to work. He was eeking out urine here and there, but that was his previous normal. So, he did not give much thought to it. The next day, I talked him into staying home from work and to just relax a couple days. Again, some urine was coming out and he did not feel anything more than uncomfortable. But by the next night, his temp went up and he was in increasing pain. I took him to the ER that morning. Even then, he walked in as if he was there only to have a deep splinter removed from his foot. While there, though, he began to plummet. He was in and out. He almost died that day, only because one moronic nurse had an attitude and FAILED to say something as simple as, “If you cannot piss more than a couple tablespoons in the next three hours, get your ass to the ER immediately.” See how simple that would have been?

I am way past sick and tired of “educated” people not doing their freakin jobs that they are supposedly “educated” to do. Not to mention, the money they make.

Friday May 17th, 2024, was an absolutely terrifying day. Between Jamie fading in and out, some creepy doc seemingly excited about the idea of getting my husband doped up on ketamine, and all the educated idiots laden with “bling” trying to push chemicals to “help”, but having no clear answers to anything good, it was a literal nightmare. The only good things they did was to get a scan of his abdomen before torturing his member again, and to hook him up on a sodium bicarb drip. I also need to highlight the fact that there was one sensible doc (urology) who obviously took her oath seriously. She hung around, checking in repeatedly, anxious to get Jamie catheterized again–knowing that was the most critical thing to help him. When she finally was able to do this, she did so with such gentle, expert precision and care. She got it with minimal effort on the first attempt and did not ram it. Dr. Giovani (resident), I believe, saved Jamie’s life that day. She did not try to force drugs or unnecessary procedures. She even expressed disdain at reading what previous nurses and docs had done to him. Praise God for her, for at least there is one. The creepy ER doc seemed greatly disappointed that sedating Jamie was no longer needed.

In short, after successfully replacing the foley and a few hours of sodium bicarb drip, Jamie was moderately back to himself. Without an explanation, other people came in. From their questions, it became quickly apparent they assumed he was being admitted. Jamie was strongly opposed to this and demanded we go home. We did.

Never the same

Just this much so far ought to traumatize your senses enough to wake up. Realize that law, particularly Ohio (since that is where we are), determines that even this type of abuse is not considered “in violation of the standards of care.” Really? Go have them repeatedly ram tubes up your penis, flying blind, and let me know what you think as you bleed out. Or worse, let bitch nurse with attitude fill you full of barely warm tap water and send you home with no clear instructions. That ought to be attempted murder, because that is what resulted. He almost died. But, instead of reprimand for refusing to do her job and causing greater harm and horrid suffering, her ass is covered.

My beloved was never the same after that. Sure, we had our good days where hope sparkles and things appear to be looking up. No matter what, our faith remained solid, but for most of the next couple weeks he often struggled to even stay awake. On the bright side, if one can garner, we were able to keep consistent on the homeopathy and mistletoe, alongside some great supplements from actual whole food, herbs and good stuff. The tumor even appeared to be shrinking, tiny bits, but the stuff was working. Problem was that his body took such a huge hit (May 14-17) that he went from a diagnosis of “acute kidney injury” (April 26th) to “renal failure” by June 6th. The only mitigating factor was that some bitch ass nurse did not, for what ever reason, want to do her damned job. All Jamie’s numbers, even his weight and hemoglobin, were slowly going in the right directions prior to that day. Look again at the photo of my husband on May 4th. Not in his prime, but he looked great for an “old man” that just got out of the hell-spital, and less than a week after surgery.

After May 17th, he would occasionally let me take photos of the tumor (I’ll explain later), but would not let me take photos of him. I did sneak one photo in September. I never got to share it with him.

But wait, it gets much worse…

In the wee hours of June 6th, Jamie collapsed in the half bath off our bedroom. Praise God, he came to and I was able to get him back to bed. We had a previously scheduled appointment that morning with a primary physician (I refuse to use the word “care” in reference to them). Along the way to the appointment, I talked to my husband about asking them to admit him for a bit. He agreed. What a catch 22 from hell. Ya know? Our choices at that point were to either entrust these vultures to help him, inpatient, full time, or try to figure things out on our own at home. The risks either way were deadly. And there was this silly notion of hope in me that they could provide something that made sense. Oh boy, was I deadly wrong.

See, there were several extremely simple, non-invasive alternatives that would have not added issues or increased harm, but a would have done whole lot of good. But like the seething vultures said, “they can’t be patented”, so they did all they could to block even the thought of them. Instead of upholding their supposed oath, they intervened with shit they knew full and well–even admitted–would harm and/or cause further damage.

The whore system

The bottom line is, Nurse Bitch-ass Postlewaite set the stage and Dr. Whore Raina gave the kill shots (Epogen). Literally. There is so much more I want to say about all this, it makes it difficult to stay on point. I will do a follow up in a day or two, and include all the necessary names as well.

The overarching point is that this shit goes on literally every stinking day across this country. The deeper point is that very few seem to really give a damn enough to pay attention, beyond the scamdemic of c19. Still fewer have the gumption to stand up in opposition. A rare one or two here and there actually try to do something to change it. To hold vultures accountable and make things safer for folks overall.

To put this more in perspective… The only reasons 2020, with the bio-weapon release (c19) and, later, the clot shots and “mandates”, were able to take place is because they do this shit every day–for decades now. Most folks just go along with the murderous whore system. Now look at the mess it is. Whether it’s refusing a patient’s right to finally get their organ transplant surgery “because they didn’t get” the clot shot, or hiding from a desperate patient all the really great natural things that are highly beneficial, or hiding the known risks of the poisons they push, etc. It’s all the same despicable game. They get away with it primarily because there are few professionals (attorneys and docs) with the backbone to act.

*It also needs mentioned that I am fully aware that this type of fight will take lots of time and funds, not to mention great risks. So, any attorney or doc that would argue some bullshit like, “But I could lose my license.” Or, “A case like that takes a lot of money.” Blah, blah, etc. To them I say: Over the past 25 plus years I have had literally everything precious to me ripped away, never again regained, multiple times, directly due to taking stands against evils. And, frankly, our President took a bullet to make this Country great again. So go cry baby your bullshit elsewhere.*

Worse yet, most states determine these things, and more, “do not violate the standards of care.” Really? Then something is seriously wrong with said “standards”, and again, they fly in the face of “first do no harm.”

Folks, we gotta fight to change this. People are being literally murdered and not one slimy bastard is being held accountable for any of it. Rather, they are making bank.

Lastly, for now…

For now I am going to leave this story here. I’m sure by now you can all gather that my beloved is gone now, directly resulting from the vultures’ “care”. So, I’ll leave this here for now and follow up in a few days with more details, facts and even more photos. They’re quite grotesque, but it needs done.

As I stated earlier, this needs to go “viral”. My desire and intent is to “infect” everyone possible. Let’s ignite a wildfire across this Nation and make some real change.

So my Challenge is…

The Challenge, the point of this post, is two-fold. For one, I need help of anyone reading this to *respectfully share this everywhere. Help me make sure everyone knows my beloved’s name. Jamie. For anyone that is on X, which I am not, please share this and tag Elon (there is lots of “fraud upon the gov”), RFK Jr., Tucker, Vice President Vance, and anyone else in that realm. And if you would, please hop over to APupStop and grab a “JUSTICE FOR JAMIE IS SAFETY FOR ALL!” tshirt.

The Challenge for attorneys and doctors: You must have integrity, love for the Constitution, fortitude and common sense. Ability to think way outside the box is a must as well. Contact me to discuss bringing a case that challenges the very notion of “standards of care” vs “first do no harm.” Using my husband’s case as a clear illustration of horrid malfeasance and medical murder, let’s blast those vultures out of the air and give them no where to hide. The public has, legally and morally, a reasonable expectation to believe their doc is not going to knowingly harm them for any purpose. Yet it happens every day for profit. That needs to stop.

And I am not talking about within the gross restrictions of a typical “medical malpractice” case. Whether we start with the False Claims Act or whatever, I am certain there is someone creative at least as much as myself, but with a license to practice law 😉

And only serious inquiries, please. Be mindful of the fact that I am a PI and not up to taking anyone’s stupid shit.

With all due respect to any and all that have great ideas to share or referrals to offer, please don’t. Instead, send this to whoever you would refer. I fully respect that your intent is genuine and good. However, I am not able to make calls, emails and whatnot to reach out to referrals, etc. This is my “reaching out.” I only need help to get this “viral”, so that more folks wake up and any attorney, et al, interested in accepting the Challenge can contact me. Furthermore, if you have a story to share of your own, the best way to do that is write your own blog and tag/send it to me. Thanx oxo

TTFN