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Date Posted: 20:41:01 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 19


The Walkover Page 14
Chapter 19 Words: 2900

July 1-4, 1996






July 1-4, 1996, which is a part of hubby's Ann Arbor hospitalization from July 1 to 22, 1996 after being transferred by ambulance from Pontiac

In May 1996, my husband had a bacterial-produced difficult-to-detect hole
in his heart. The antibiotics of choice were Gentamicin sulfate USP and
penicillin G sodium chloride. By the end of June, hubby was in extremely
bad shape. Apparently hubby had been treatment drug over-dosed, and there
were several holes in his heart. On June 28, 1996 both hubby's specialist
entered hubby's hospital room. One specialist lied and the other swore that
the lie was true. They wanted to do a heart cauterization. I felt that
both specialists knew that my husband had a hole in his heart, and that if
the camera became hung up in the hole in the heart, the
test would have killed hubby. So, I asked my husband, "Do you want
to die?"

Hubby shook his head to say "No!"

Therefore, I would NOT sign for the test. After a few days of hem-in-and-
haw-in, hubby was moved by ambulance from Pontiac to Ann Arbor.

On July 1, 1996, my daughter and I drove to St. Joseph Mercy Hospital in Ann Arbor. We looked for Bill who was someplace in the heart intensive-care unit. We wondered around the hospital until we found him. While daughter and I were in the room, I noticed several hanging IV bags. One plastic package was an antibiotic called Penicillin G with sodium chloride. The Gentamicin Sulfate drug-of-choice was nowhere around.

The Penicillin IV reminded me of two things: first the 1994 dream titled
"God Visits", then the 1983 reality about how penicillin used for a
gram-negative infection was a joke. During hubby's 1983 cancer treatment it
was a hematologist joke that some infection penicillin won't affect. It was
an absolute joke as the hematologist told Bill and I about a doctor treating
a Hodgkin's disease patient with penicillin, when it was obvious that a
different antibiotic was clearly needed.

Later that day, Bill had a medical test that was something like an
echocardiogram. The test had a probe that was run down Bill's throat and
maneuvered as close to his heart as possible. I was also told that Bill had
a Coronary Angiography, a Radiographic (C's. grafts, IMA, Aortogr) and an
Aortography. The big medical words I listed were used on the medical
billing. We received a copy of the bills and not a copy of the medical
tests. A separate payment would have to be made if copies of the tests were
requested to go with the billing records. (I noticed that the medical
computer is set up to omit letters and, even numbers if it used them.) A
person or Medicare could NOT compare the bill with the test, if no test
copies were received.

After hubby's echocardiogram, a doctor had sat down with my daughter and
myself. He drew a diagram to show the microbe infection damage done on Bill
's heart. First the doctor explained the infection damage to the upper left
side while drawing marks. Then he drew an X marking where an abscess had
formed on the right ventricle. Bill needed surgery to remove the infection
from the infected and damaged areas.

After the doctor left, daughter and I discussed the heart problem. "Your
dad has two infections that produced two holes in his heart."

"No mother," daughter corrected, "the doctor said an infection on the left
and an abscess on the right."

"An abscess is an infection," I tried to explain that to me Bill's heart
had more than one kind of deterioration. The damage description was
produced by more than one kind of microbe germ parasite.

"The doctor said," daughter reiterated the doctor's words, "Infection," and
she flipped her left hand palm-side up. Then she pointed out the word
"Abscess," and flipped her right hand palm-side up, continuing, "If an
abscess was an infection, he would have said that an abscess was an
infection. He didn't say that. So, do us both a favor and use only the
doctor's words."

On the same day, several other family members entered Bill's room. The
other family members had been told that Bill's infection was gone. Nothing
was said to daughter and I about the infection being gone. Daughter and I
were under the impression that they had to surgically remove the infection
when cutting into Bill's heart.

Antibiotics have been a joke since the 1983 hematologist joked about
treating Hodgkin's disease with penicillin. Now it was a joke about how
Gentamicin Sulfate USP drug over-dosed in 2-3 weeks. It was a short-term
antibiotic. Yet, American Heart Association and The Michigan Heart
specialist had called it "the drug of choice" on a 6-week protocol for
almost two decades, knowing that it would drug over-dose.

The next day, daughter and I entered hubby's room and noticed that Bill was
hallucinating. Daughter and I were amused to watch Bill hallucinate looking
for his screwdriver. He wanted to open the door without breaking locks or
destroying the doorknob. "Find my screwdriver and remove the hinges and
take the door completely off," hubby demanded.

Our conversation ended when a doctor entered the room. He introduced
himself as Dr. Otto, Internal Medicine-Infectious Diseases. Immediately, I
thought, "Another drug specialist with another plan of medical expertise."

So I asked Dr. Otto about the old method of using the Electron Microscope
to take a blood cell photo. The Electron Microscope was used back in the
1970's. The super-enlarged photo identified various pathogenic infections
that were carried in the blood before the microorganisms settled on a tissue
site.

"I never heard of it," said Dr. Otto.

"You never heard of an Electron Microscope?"

"I-I've heard of the Electron Microscope," Dr. Otto corrected, "I've never
heard of it being used on the blood. In Pathology, we use it ONLY on the
tissue."

My memory flashed to a time-slot in 1975. In 1975, Bill and I lived next
door to an electron-microscope repairman. He was selling his microscope
that was about three-feet-tall, between four-or-five-feet-long and at least
two-feet-wide, and he asked me, "Would you like to buy my microscope for
$250?"

"Yes. But for $250, I have to ask Bill. If you'll take $200, I'll drag it
next door now and worry about what Bill says later!"

The neighbor wasn't in a bargaining mood. So I wandered home to tell Bill
and began rearranging the laundry room. The microscope needed to be by a
water supply. The machine ran hot and was water-cooled. Meanwhile the
neighbor and Bill were talking. The neighbor was telling Bill that the
machine cost him $20-an-hour to operate. He also showed Bill all the
pictures that he had taken: dirt, fly legs, and many interesting little
back-yard critters.

Now in 1996 twenty-one years later, I looked at Dr. Otto and then Bill,
thinking: "Dear, you need a blood cell photo. You should have bought that
microscope. It's common knowledge that many pathogenic microorganism
infections have been detected in the blood with those photos!"

The 1996 reality was that hubby needed a heart surgery to remove the
existing infection. Bill was scheduled to have his heart surgery the next
day at 6:30 a.m. The next day the 6:30 a.m. surgery was postponed until
7:30 a.m. Then at 7:30 a.m., the surgeon Dr. Byrne came to speak with me.
To perform a surgery knowing that the medical client would not survive would
be tacky for all parties concerned. Dr. Byrne did not recommend the
surgery. There was less than a 10% chance of survival with the surgery and
0% with the infection remaining.

I, immediately, thought that using an antibiotic that was known to drug
over-dose after a 2-3 week usage, on a 6-week protocol was disgusting. All
the antibiotics that were used were known not to be the most effective that
fought the known infection. Bill's best-known effective antibiotics were
Doxorubicin (also called Adriamycin) and Bleomycin. They were in the cancer
building next door, and not to be used unless malignant tissue was
identified.

As I spoke with Dr. Byrne, I made the decision to cancel the heart surgery.
My decision was based on two facts: first, Bill's microbe germ-parasite
infection remained. Why so many family members were told that the infection
was gone was a puzzle?
And second reason was that Bill's most known effective antibiotics that were
Adriamycin and Bleomycin that were used in 1983 and were not going to be
used.

While waiting for death, I examined the Gentamicin Sulfate USP antibiotic
closer.

Gentamicin was an old antibiotic. Originally Gentamicin was made from
micromonosporal and was active against gram-positive and gram-negative
bacteria and protozoa. It had many formulas none of that contained sulfur.
Where did the sulfur come from?
Initials used in chemistry:
C - carbon Cl - chlorine H - hydrogen
K - potassium N - nitrogen Na - sodium
O - oxygen S - sulfur
Name Formula
Gentamicin A1 - C18 H36 O10 N4
Gentamicin A2 - C17 H33 O9 N3
Gentamicin A3 - C18 H36 O10 N4
Gentamicin A4 - C19 H36 O11 N4
Gentamicin B - C19 H38 O10 N4
Gentamicin B1 - C20 H40 O10 N4
Gentamicin C1 - C21 H43 O7 N5
Gentamicin Cla - C19 H39 O7 N5
Gentamicin C2 - C20 H41 O7 N5
Gentamicin X - C19 H38 O10 N4 (Cooper, Waitz, a German Patent in 1972)

In the 1980's the chemical substance sulfate was added to Gentamicin.
The new Gentamicin Sulfate USP drug formula fact that it was a short-term
antibiotic (2-3 week) information was unavailable to the medical consumer.
And the American Heart Association recommended Gentamicin Sulfate
USP as a "Drug of Choice" on a 6-week protocol for the treatment of
endocarditis, a heart disease caused by bacteria colonizing in heart and
producing deterioration.

After I made my morning surgery cancellation decision, Dr. Byrne's
suggested that a group decision was the normal conventional step.
He suggested that the families gather, and went to make a few phone calls.

I went to the pay telephones in the main lobby. I couldn't get the pay
phone to work. I tried and tried with no luck. Finally, I gave up on the
telephones. I was walking back to Bill's room, when from a distance,
I saw my younger brother, Willie, and Bill's son Jimmy walking into the
waiting room.

"Wow, they must be psychic," I thought, as I ran to catch up to them.
I was surprised to see that the meeting room was filled with relatives.
There were at least seven of us. Both of Bill's sisters were unable to
make the decision-making meeting.

Dr. Byrne and another physician entered the room. The subject again was
the canceling of Bill's heart surgery. This time the surgery cancellation
was presented to all present family members who were previously told that
Bill's infection was gone. No one could understand one thing: If the
infection were gone, why would the surgery be cancelled? A second
discussion was that the Gentamicin Sulfate USP had produced a metabolism in
Bill's body that caused his kidneys to shutdown. Both doctors knew that
hubby was Gentamicin Sulfate USP drug over-dosed, and they actually stated
it to the family.

I wanted to ask about the echocardiogram's colors that were often used as
toxic information. Most distinct was the red that showed up on Bill's
colored heart test, but then I thought about the family's probable reply,
"Rita, you're so heartless!"

To me, the definition of heartless was the deliberate withholding of
effective antibiotics and permitting the microbe infection to damage organs.
The family had been lied to since the grandfather's tuberculosis
treatment.

Again that afternoon, Bill's heart surgery was cancelled. This time all the
present family members called it off. The subject was "Why do a surgery
when the patient would not live?"

The surgeon had a five-day vacation scheduled from this day until the
following Monday. There was no reason for him not to go, so the surgeon
left for vacation.

After everybody went home, I remained. I walked around the hospital
grounds, looking for Hospital Ghosts, spirits who had died before their
time. To my surprise, St. Joseph was an old tuberculosis sanatorium. The
hospital's back door remained a tuberculosis sanatorium. A vision appeared
of an old photo snap-shot of a doctor suffocating his tuberculosis child
patient. The image was embroidered in the threads of time and woven into
eternity. It was a portrait of an evil doctor that would kill his patient
before ever looking for or using a tuberculosis vaccine.

If the Bible says, "For the life of the flesh is in the blood", then the
evil doctor would be similar to the antichrist who would be saying the
opposite, which would be "Suck the blood from the flesh…Blood means
nothing!" An example would be the electron microscope used on
the tissue only, and not used on the blood that feed the flesh.

I returned inside disappointed that I didn't met with any real ghosts.

The next day July 4, 1996, I walked into Bill's room to discover that he had been placed on a respirator, also referred to as a ventilator. The respirator baffled me. During the night, I had a dream about a new addition to the room, but I expected something to be hanging on the wall. My first thought was that a machine replaced common-sense medicine. The withholding of $25 worth of effective antibiotics would produce a $250,000 heart surgery. Since the surgery was cancelled, the respirator was a
symbol of a picture of a simple business mode.

Again, I left the room to search for the hospital ghosts who died because
of heart disease. A hospital ghost would be best described as an
apparition. The body died before its time and the spirit lingered.

After the "God Visits" dream, I had asked about the Blood Type
Identification Card. Antibiotics and blood tests had a lot to do with heart
disease. The hospital ghosts could also be described as metaphors in
relationship to blood antibodies: "they are there and if you look, you will
see."

A business that withholds effective antibiotics in order to have a large
return customer clientele would also have a collection of
die-before-your-time ghost. Again, I walked around the St. Joseph
Hospital's large red brick complex building sections, looking for
deceased heart patients, but all I could find were the tuberculosis spirits.
Not far from the main entrance was a historic brick and gray mortar
sign: St. Joseph's Sanitarium, A 1913D.

The sign intrigued me. So I pulled out my tape measure and placed it on
the 2'x3' rectangular block. Then I heard haunting screams. I looked
around to see from where the noise came. There were buildings and a few
people moving about. I looked around, and there was nothing making that
kind of a sound. I placed my ear to the old mortar sign. Yes, the sounds
were from inside the 1913-dated mortar sign. I looked closer. The cement
pores were filled with ancestry spirits and each held an aura of medical
secrets. Then all of a sudden ghosts were flying out from the pitted hollows
within the cement and from the bottom square in-between the number 3 and the
letter D at the bottom of the sign. The ghosts were moving too quickly and
were too numerous to count karma.

Finally, three ghosts each wearing a cowboy hat stopped to chat. To whom
they were speaking, I couldn't clearly tell. I found the conversation
interesting, so I eased-dropped.

The first ghost was wearing a white cowboy hat with a black 3x3-inch paper
sign with the #1 tucked in the center. He had died sometime between the
year 1914 and 1919. The ghost was a patient at the sanitarium and he died
from a chlorine overdose. Judging from his conversation, back in the
pre-war era, people were used as guinea pigs for the chemical effects that
could be expected from the chemical warfare substances used on the First
World War enemy. The ghost wore his white hat like someone who was wearing
a job. He felt that he was patriotic, and that his death was for a good
cause. Then the ghost sounded as if he was arguing with an invisible
spirit, by saying, "The guy in the black hat doesn't agree with me."

I looked around and saw no one wearing a black hat. Again the ghost
referred to the invisible spirit. "You have to watch out for the guy in the
black hat. He does his job very well."

My attention then turned to the second ghost who wore a blue cowboy hat
with a white 3x3-inch sign with the #3, also tucked in the center. He, too,
was a patient and he died around 1939 from a chlorine overdose. He felt
that he was victimized by the again government funded secret chemical
testing. After all, it had been twenty years after the chemical overdose
was established. His tone wasn't as pleasant as the one wearing the white
hat. He called his doctors a cult, who claimed that they could wave a magic
wand.

The ghosts disappeared and I again returned inside the hospital
disappointed that I didn't find any heart disease deceased spirits.

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