It’s hard to know where to begin.
We are accustomed to hearing the phrase "he/she is irreplaceable" but until you are in a position where you actually miss someone with a desperate…. longing heart, wishing that they were still here on this earth instead of being ripped away, because of circumstances that were completely out of your control, you may not fully comprehend what IRREPLACEBLE really means.
It means I will never be able to call her again, laugh with her and listen to her tease me about our ridiculously amazing and loving childhood memories. That only she knew, Sandy, she knew me, she loved me, like no one but a sister can. A love that is genuine, non-judging, comfortable, real…and forever. She was my twin, separated by three years and 20 days.
I cannot replace her; nor will anything ever replace the void that her absence has left in my world and in my heart, in all that I am.
She is my sister, my only sister. Besides that, she was my closest and dearest friend. We knew each other better than anyone else did. Hands down. I have lost that connection now, we had so much left to do, memories to make and time to share with our mom. We had just bought a time share 2 years ago, to start spending the autumn of our years on vacations together.
But instead, she spent the last 3 months of her life, fearful, abused and neglected. She was smothered with oxygen that was so forceful she would cry about how it was hurting her lungs, she would say "it is too forceful, it’s too much, make them turn it down"; "why aren’t they listening to me???"…
When we would inquire or ask questions or express these things to the nurses, we were told that if we kept up "causing a commotion with all our inquiries and request to have the therapist come in", we would be asked to leave and not allowed back".
Her doctor told her that since she denied getting remdesivir that she must want to die.
I confronted her doctor about how she was being treated and that I knew about the protocols and how hospitals were being told to treat the unvaccinated and that they would get more money if they put her on a vent. He just stared at me and would not engage in any conversation. He simply said, we are doing what we can.
The medical staff, who took an oath to do no harm, did exactly that. HARM.
They picked people to let die, they singled them out and separated them from their loved ones, they tied their hands down to keep them from taking off the mask of the forced oxygen that was ripping their lungs apart, causing tears that would then justify them having to use chest tubes, to then possibly cause infections that would of course continue the downward spiral towards the ultimate goal... of having to put them on the vent . That they would tell you was so they could rest, that the lungs could try to heal… but it was all a part of the plan, the plan that would get one more covid death for them, just another cash payout. Let’s call this what it is … A Culling.
My sister Sandy, was tied down, left alone for many hours with no water or food, she was neglected so much that her tongue was unrecognizable with thrush so bad that it was totally white and swollen beyond reason. Her teeth that were once fixed with braces and white and cared for, were now as brown as if she had tobacco pouches all over her gums. I had to step out after her asking me to scrape her tongue during one of the brief moments they let her take it off. I was overwhelmed and so shocked I had to gather myself.
Due to the forced oxygen for so many weeks, she had such speech difficulties, that it was as if she was deaf and trying to speak for the first time. We had to truly strain and concentrate with all our power to understand her. They told her she would get a speech therapist, and that the therapist would be coming in soon… THEY NEVER CAME. I have not one doubt in my mind that they never asked one to come, they already knew the outcome of what was be for my sister.
She was a number. A victim of the protocols and mandates that our government enacted for their own twisted plans.
In summary, my sister, Sandra Baker Sterling, was scorned because of her unvaccinated status. She was given a combination of sedatives, anxiety medications and medical procedures and techniques that weakened her. She was isolated, malnourished and ultimately put on a ventilator to die.
Her 9-year-old daughter was only allowed to see her one time in those 3 months. Sandy was kept from seeing her child, while she lay there, wasting away. She was denied love and affection from her little girl. She was denied the opportunity to see her daughter grow up. She was denied a life that was full of love for others and her family. My sister was amazing. She was joyful, she was caring, she was so funny and loved to laugh with her friends. She was a believer. She is praising her beloved Savior now in heaven. She was taken too soon. My only solace is knowing that she is not in any more pain and agony from the horrendous protocol of death that she was put through.
Louisville, KY