Saying Goodbye to My Beloved Mum and Dad
In December, 2020, I got a call late at night. Mum was going to palliative care. Her thyroid cancer came back very aggressively and she just had days to live. I made the split decision to get on a plane and fly back from Phoenix, Arizona to The Gold Coast, Australia. This is where my nightmare begins. I wasn’t able to bring my husband or 2 kids because they were not citizens. I had 16 hours to alone with about 30 other people flying back on a plane that seated 300. It cost me a fortune to do this last minute.
The bureaucratic and logistical nightmare of getting to the Gold Coast, Australia from Sydney to say goodbye to Mum was horrendous. I had such anxiety I wouldn’t make it, I just cried and cried hoping I would get there in time. I got a special exemption to see her before beginning my 14days in hotel quarantine. Multiple PCR tests and 3 days later they let me see her. She was already unconscious but still alive. I had such anguish if only they let me see her days before, she could’ve talked back to me, it was all I longed for, a hug, a smile a kiss from my beloved Mum.
The staff at the hospital told me to socially distance from my beloved and dying Mum in ridiculous protective clothing and said not to touch her, was I supposed to remain compliant? I held her and talked to her. I was given 2 hours to spend with my Mum. The inhumanity of this experience was treacherous and I felt like was treated worse than a criminal.
Just days before my Mum went to hospital my beloved Dad had a pontine stroke and was in the same hospital as my Mother but the Australian government wouldn’t allow me to see him, just her. In April, 2021 I embarked on a similar journey to say goodbye to my Dad. I jumped on a plane from Phoenix, Arizona alone, again. The delta variant had spiked and now I was in for more red tape. I fought tirelessly with the Australian health officials to let me get an exception to see Dad prior to the 14 day quarantine. It was refused, the officials were rude, and insensitive and I vowed I never wanted to return to Australia because of this night mare. Once I had finished my 14 day quarantine, I was finally allowed to enter the country without restriction and I visited with my dying father everyday until he too passed away. I have never felt so ashamed of my country of birth.Sadly my story is nothing next to the ones I have read and I’ve shed countless tears over the loss of my beloved parents and the time that was taken away from me to spend with them because of mandatory hotel quarantine.
I returned home and cried for months grieving the loss of my Mum and Dad in a short period of time. One of my daughters never got to meet them and I am terrorized by this anguish. I miss them dearly. My heart is forever broken. When I had the delta variant I knew I had to fight the global tyranny and not get vaccinated I was treated with the early treatment protocol and was given, Ivermectin, Zpak, Steroids, zinc, vitamin C, D, and black seed oil, within hours I felt 1000 times better, it saddens me deeply that too many global citizens were prevented from getting their hands on treatment that offered so much and cost so little, it breaks my heart to think about the countless lives needlessly lost.
My story and others reveal the unimaginable inhumanity of the government officials, hospitals, nursing homes and workplaces. We can’t change the past, but we need to learn from it. Covid was a breeding ground for government tyranny and exploitation and we should never allow this to happen to anyone ever again.
I pray for all of my fellow humans who suffered a similar fate in regards to their loved ones. We will ensure their lives were not lost in vain and their memories live within us and how we choose to honor and cherish them
May we all be blessed and bless our loved ones with eternal peace. Godspeed.
