Death Tsunami: “They Found a Way to Slow-Kill People With This” – Dr. Sherri Tenpenny (Page 2): Emily, a close friend of mine took 2 shots and came down with an HPV related cancer...

TruePatriot49 Loc: The Democratic People's Republic Rhode Island

EmilyD wrote:

My brother had one shot (Moderna) and he's dead.

No one should ever take another shot of this stuff again. It's still experimental! That means they can change the ingredients at whim. No one, not even doctors, know what's in these shots because they're not approved by the FDA and therefore not required to divulge the complete ingredients!

And you can't sue them if you get sick, or your family if you die. Still.

Emily, a close friend of mine took 2 shots and came down with an HPV related cancer right afterwards, so the shot caused his autoimmune related cancer. A friend of my wife had LUPUS in remission that became active after 2 shots. This is all by design, l believe, to lower the population of the world as Bill Gates and other rich people want.

TruePatriot49 Loc: The Democratic People's Republic Rhode Island

Kevyn wrote:

So have the millions of people worldwide who have ... (show quote)

Quervyn, I believe that you need another booster shot

EmilyD

TruePatriot49 wrote:

Emily, a close friend of mine took 2 shots and came down with an HPV related cancer right afterwards, so the shot caused his autoimmune related cancer. A friend of my wife had LUPUS in remission that became active after 2 shots. This is all by design, l believe, to lower the population of the world as Bill Gates and other rich people want.

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on this site because it still scares me to death....it's hard to talk about. I had Covid last year. I was having difficulty swallowing and hadn't eaten in several days. Since I couldn't swallow, I was becoming dehydrated. My husband decided I needed professional help because I had lost 28 lbs in two weeks, and was having a hard time even swallowing water so he called an ambulance and I was admitted to a local hospital. Once there they gave me an IV for fluids, and after the first day I started drinking and eating on my own.

Then it got bizarre: The doctor came in and told me he was going to give me Remdesivir. I had read that that drug was used as a preventative and not a treatment, and was usually given when a patient FIRST came down with symptoms of Covid.....not two weeks later (which is how long I had symptoms of the virus for), and I called my regular doctor to confirm that, which he did. So I told the doctor no, it was too late for that. (Little did I know at the time that remdesivir causes kidney failure and people were dying from it!)

The next thing that happened was they told me they were going to move me to an ICU and put me on a ventilator! I wasn't having trouble breathing, I was having trouble swallowing, which had been resolved already - so why did I need help with breathing??? I also know that once someone is intubated, they rarely survive - it is a last resort when other treatments don't work. My sister, who is a Registered Nurse in a Cardiac ICU told me this. I called my husband to come and take me home - I was scared because the treatment they wanted to do didn't match what was wrong with me and knowing that hospitals and doctors get a big kickback for patients with Covid - and ESPECIALLY for patients who die from Covid ($35,000.00!!) I got panicky, called my husband and told him to come and get me and told them to take me to the door so I could wait for him. They refused to do that, and my husband was on his way to pick me up when I fell down and hit my head on something! I don't know what I hit my head on and there is nothing in my chart or any notes anywhere regarding what happened: how I fell, what I hit my head on and what drugs they were giving me. They were strong drugs because I have no recollection whatever of the fall and hitting my head on something. I still don't know after many repeated attempts to ask them to provide written documentation of the incident.

I do know that they did THREE MRI's on me to see if I had a concussion (and therefore another reason to keep me in the hospital). None of the nurses could - or would - tell me or my husband what happened and why I fell! My husband went home, but he was very wary that something was wrong and he was in constant touch with the hospital wanting to know my condition. That lasted about a week. I called him on the 9th day and told him I was terrified because they were about to take me to the ICU for ventilation, and to come immediately and take me out of there, which he did. When he arrived and told them he was taking me home without being discharged, they walked out of the room and left him and me alone. He had to find a wheelchair, wheel me down to the door and carry me out to the car himself. He had a hard time carrying me and putting me in the car, and the doctors and staff just stood at the door and watched him without helping him. A stranger who was walking by the car finally stopped and helped him put me in the car. This was in December last year (December 3 - 12) when it was snowing and freezing outside.

One of the more obvious tell-tale signs that something was VERY wrong was that I never got a bill for anything! I was there for 9 days total, and I never received a bill for hospital stay, drugs, the ambulance that took me there (which is a separate bill from the hospital one) or ANYTHING related to my entire experience with that hospital stay!! Not one dime!

After being home for a couple of days, the drugs they gave me started to wear off and the "fog" that was in my brain completely lifted and I was fine - eating, drinking and back to normal. I don't know what they gave me when I was unconscious. I don't know what happened to me to make me fall down, and I certainly don't understand why I wasn't billed for anything - especially the ambulance, which has nothing to do with the hospital! And I am left with a big half-dollar sized scar on the back of my head as a "souvenir" for my troubles.

I really believe that if my husband hadn't forced the issue and brought me home when he did, I would not be here today to relate this story.

BIRDMAN

Kevyn wrote:

So have the millions of people worldwide who have ... (show quote)

fullspinzoo

EmilyD wrote:

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on this site because it still scares me to death....it's hard to talk about. I had Covid last year. I was having difficulty swallowing and hadn't eaten in several days. Since I couldn't swallow, I was becoming dehydrated. My husband decided I needed professional help because I had lost 28 lbs in two weeks, and was having a hard time even swallowing water so he called an ambulance and I was admitted to a local hospital. Once there they gave me an IV for fluids, and after the first day I started drinking and eating on my own.

Then it got bizarre: The doctor came in and told me he was going to give me Remdesivir. I had read that that drug was used as a preventative and not a treatment, and was usually given when a patient FIRST came down with symptoms of Covid.....not two weeks later (which is how long I had symptoms of the virus for), and I called my regular doctor to confirm that, which he did. So I told the doctor no, it was too late for that. (Little did I know at the time that remdesivir causes kidney failure and people were dying from it!)

The next thing that happened was they told me they were going to move me to an ICU and put me on a ventilator! I wasn't having trouble breathing, I was having trouble swallowing, which had been resolved already - so why did I need help with breathing??? I also know that once someone is intubated, they rarely survive - it is a last resort when other treatments don't work. My sister, who is a Registered Nurse in a Cardiac ICU told me this. I called my husband to come and take me home - I was scared because the treatment they wanted to do didn't match what was wrong with me and knowing that hospitals and doctors get a big kickback for patients with Covid - and ESPECIALLY for patients who die from Covid ($35,000.00!!) I got panicky, called my husband and told him to come and get me and told them to take me to the door so I could wait for him. They refused to do that, and my husband was on his way to pick me up when I fell down and hit my head on something! I don't know what I hit my head on and there is nothing in my chart or any notes anywhere regarding what happened: how I fell, what I hit my head on and what drugs they were giving me. They were strong drugs because I have no recollection whatever of the fall and hitting my head on something. I still don't know after many repeated attempts to ask them to provide written documentation of the incident.

I do know that they did THREE MRI's on me to see if I had a concussion (and therefore another reason to keep me in the hospital). None of the nurses could - or would - tell me or my husband what happened and why I fell! My husband went home, but he was very wary that something was wrong and he was in constant touch with the hospital wanting to know my condition. That lasted about a week. I called him on the 9th day and told him I was terrified because they were about to take me to the ICU for ventilation, and to come immediately and take me out of there, which he did. When he arrived and told them he was taking me home without being discharged, they walked out of the room and left him and me alone. He had to find a wheelchair, wheel me down to the door and carry me out to the car himself. He had a hard time carrying me and putting me in the car, and the doctors and staff just stood at the door and watched him without helping him. A stranger who was walking by the car finally stopped and helped him put me in the car. This was in December last year (December 3 - 12) when it was snowing and freezing outside.

One of the more obvious tell-tale signs that something was VERY wrong was that I never got a bill for anything! I was there for 9 days total, and I never received a bill for hospital stay, drugs, the ambulance that took me there (which is a separate bill from the hospital one) or ANYTHING related to my entire experience with that hospital stay!! Not one dime!

After being home for a couple of days, the drugs they gave me started to wear off and the "fog" that was in my brain completely lifted and I was fine - eating, drinking and back to normal. I don't know what they gave me when I was unconscious. I don't know what happened to me to make me fall down, and I certainly don't understand why I wasn't billed for anything - especially the ambulance, which has nothing to do with the hospital! And I am left with a big half-dollar sized scar on the back of my head as a "souvenir" for my troubles.

I really believe that if my husband hadn't forced the issue and brought me home when he did, I would not be here today to relate this story.

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on th... (show quote)

What a story, Emily. I'm speechless. You know where I'm at with all this stuff. Anyway, I'm so glad that you are in good shape. I do believe you had someone looking over you. Thanks for sharing that amazing story.

EmilyD

fullspinzoo wrote:

What a story, Emily. I'm speechless. You know where I'm at with all this stuff. Anyway, I'm so glad that you are in good shape. I do believe you had someone looking over you. Thanks for sharing that amazing story.

I still get goosebumps when I talk about it. It's a nightmare that I will have until my last day.

And yes, I believe I had some help from above, too - most definitely! 👍👍👍

BIRDMAN

EmilyD wrote:

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on this site because it still scares me to death....it's hard to talk about. I had Covid last year. I was having difficulty swallowing and hadn't eaten in several days. Since I couldn't swallow, I was becoming dehydrated. My husband decided I needed professional help because I had lost 28 lbs in two weeks, and was having a hard time even swallowing water so he called an ambulance and I was admitted to a local hospital. Once there they gave me an IV for fluids, and after the first day I started drinking and eating on my own.

Then it got bizarre: The doctor came in and told me he was going to give me Remdesivir. I had read that that drug was used as a preventative and not a treatment, and was usually given when a patient FIRST came down with symptoms of Covid.....not two weeks later (which is how long I had symptoms of the virus for), and I called my regular doctor to confirm that, which he did. So I told the doctor no, it was too late for that. (Little did I know at the time that remdesivir causes kidney failure and people were dying from it!)

The next thing that happened was they told me they were going to move me to an ICU and put me on a ventilator! I wasn't having trouble breathing, I was having trouble swallowing, which had been resolved already - so why did I need help with breathing??? I also know that once someone is intubated, they rarely survive - it is a last resort when other treatments don't work. My sister, who is a Registered Nurse in a Cardiac ICU told me this. I called my husband to come and take me home - I was scared because the treatment they wanted to do didn't match what was wrong with me and knowing that hospitals and doctors get a big kickback for patients with Covid - and ESPECIALLY for patients who die from Covid ($35,000.00!!) I got panicky, called my husband and told him to come and get me and told them to take me to the door so I could wait for him. They refused to do that, and my husband was on his way to pick me up when I fell down and hit my head on something! I don't know what I hit my head on and there is nothing in my chart or any notes anywhere regarding what happened: how I fell, what I hit my head on and what drugs they were giving me. They were strong drugs because I have no recollection whatever of the fall and hitting my head on something. I still don't know after many repeated attempts to ask them to provide written documentation of the incident.

I do know that they did THREE MRI's on me to see if I had a concussion (and therefore another reason to keep me in the hospital). None of the nurses could - or would - tell me or my husband what happened and why I fell! My husband went home, but he was very wary that something was wrong and he was in constant touch with the hospital wanting to know my condition. That lasted about a week. I called him on the 9th day and told him I was terrified because they were about to take me to the ICU for ventilation, and to come immediately and take me out of there, which he did. When he arrived and told them he was taking me home without being discharged, they walked out of the room and left him and me alone. He had to find a wheelchair, wheel me down to the door and carry me out to the car himself. He had a hard time carrying me and putting me in the car, and the doctors and staff just stood at the door and watched him without helping him. A stranger who was walking by the car finally stopped and helped him put me in the car. This was in December last year (December 3 - 12) when it was snowing and freezing outside.

One of the more obvious tell-tale signs that something was VERY wrong was that I never got a bill for anything! I was there for 9 days total, and I never received a bill for hospital stay, drugs, the ambulance that took me there (which is a separate bill from the hospital one) or ANYTHING related to my entire experience with that hospital stay!! Not one dime!

After being home for a couple of days, the drugs they gave me started to wear off and the "fog" that was in my brain completely lifted and I was fine - eating, drinking and back to normal. I don't know what they gave me when I was unconscious. I don't know what happened to me to make me fall down, and I certainly don't understand why I wasn't billed for anything - especially the ambulance, which has nothing to do with the hospital! And I am left with a big half-dollar sized scar on the back of my head as a "souvenir" for my troubles.

I really believe that if my husband hadn't forced the issue and brought me home when he did, I would not be here today to relate this story.

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on th... (show quote)

Stay strong I had the same symptoms you did I lost 20 pounds in three weeks that was in July and I still don’t think I’m 100% recovered

fullspinzoo

EmilyD wrote:

I still get goosebumps when I talk about it. It's a nightmare that I will have until my last day.

And yes, I believe I had some help from above, too - most definitely! 👍👍👍

Hey, that's why I talk about it quite often....and you kind of encouraged me. Now I know why!

Wonttakeitanymore

proud republican wrote:

I had vaccine twice and I'm alive and well..

I haven’t and so am i

Wonttakeitanymore

EmilyD wrote:

My brother had one shot (Moderna) and he's dead.

No one should ever take another shot of this stuff again. It's still experimental! That means they can change the ingredients at whim. No one, not even doctors, know what's in these shots because they're not approved by the FDA and therefore not required to divulge the complete ingredients!

And you can't sue them if you get sick, or your family if you die. Still.

People are suing

EmilyD

Wonttakeitanymore wrote:

People are suing

Yes, they are trying to, thank goodness there are lawyers willing to take on Big Pharma! But the drug companies all still have the disclaimer...

Number One

proud republican wrote:

I had vaccine twice and I'm alive and well..

The Dr is under investigation by medical authorities and could possibly have her license revoked.

BIRDMAN

Number One wrote:

The Dr is under investigation by medical authorities and could possibly have her license revoked.

That is funny number one

older and wiser

EmilyD wrote:

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on this site because it still scares me to death....it's hard to talk about. I had Covid last year. I was having difficulty swallowing and hadn't eaten in several days. Since I couldn't swallow, I was becoming dehydrated. My husband decided I needed professional help because I had lost 28 lbs in two weeks, and was having a hard time even swallowing water so he called an ambulance and I was admitted to a local hospital. Once there they gave me an IV for fluids, and after the first day I started drinking and eating on my own.

Then it got bizarre: The doctor came in and told me he was going to give me Remdesivir. I had read that that drug was used as a preventative and not a treatment, and was usually given when a patient FIRST came down with symptoms of Covid.....not two weeks later (which is how long I had symptoms of the virus for), and I called my regular doctor to confirm that, which he did. So I told the doctor no, it was too late for that. (Little did I know at the time that remdesivir causes kidney failure and people were dying from it!)

The next thing that happened was they told me they were going to move me to an ICU and put me on a ventilator! I wasn't having trouble breathing, I was having trouble swallowing, which had been resolved already - so why did I need help with breathing??? I also know that once someone is intubated, they rarely survive - it is a last resort when other treatments don't work. My sister, who is a Registered Nurse in a Cardiac ICU told me this. I called my husband to come and take me home - I was scared because the treatment they wanted to do didn't match what was wrong with me and knowing that hospitals and doctors get a big kickback for patients with Covid - and ESPECIALLY for patients who die from Covid ($35,000.00!!) I got panicky, called my husband and told him to come and get me and told them to take me to the door so I could wait for him. They refused to do that, and my husband was on his way to pick me up when I fell down and hit my head on something! I don't know what I hit my head on and there is nothing in my chart or any notes anywhere regarding what happened: how I fell, what I hit my head on and what drugs they were giving me. They were strong drugs because I have no recollection whatever of the fall and hitting my head on something. I still don't know after many repeated attempts to ask them to provide written documentation of the incident.

I do know that they did THREE MRI's on me to see if I had a concussion (and therefore another reason to keep me in the hospital). None of the nurses could - or would - tell me or my husband what happened and why I fell! My husband went home, but he was very wary that something was wrong and he was in constant touch with the hospital wanting to know my condition. That lasted about a week. I called him on the 9th day and told him I was terrified because they were about to take me to the ICU for ventilation, and to come immediately and take me out of there, which he did. When he arrived and told them he was taking me home without being discharged, they walked out of the room and left him and me alone. He had to find a wheelchair, wheel me down to the door and carry me out to the car himself. He had a hard time carrying me and putting me in the car, and the doctors and staff just stood at the door and watched him without helping him. A stranger who was walking by the car finally stopped and helped him put me in the car. This was in December last year (December 3 - 12) when it was snowing and freezing outside.

One of the more obvious tell-tale signs that something was VERY wrong was that I never got a bill for anything! I was there for 9 days total, and I never received a bill for hospital stay, drugs, the ambulance that took me there (which is a separate bill from the hospital one) or ANYTHING related to my entire experience with that hospital stay!! Not one dime!

After being home for a couple of days, the drugs they gave me started to wear off and the "fog" that was in my brain completely lifted and I was fine - eating, drinking and back to normal. I don't know what they gave me when I was unconscious. I don't know what happened to me to make me fall down, and I certainly don't understand why I wasn't billed for anything - especially the ambulance, which has nothing to do with the hospital! And I am left with a big half-dollar sized scar on the back of my head as a "souvenir" for my troubles.

I really believe that if my husband hadn't forced the issue and brought me home when he did, I would not be here today to relate this story.

Here's my story, which I haven't told anyone on th... (show quote)

This is terrible and unacceptable to have happen in America today! This is why they restricted who could visit a patient in the hospital even a relative!

EmilyD

Number One wrote:

The Dr is under investigation by medical authorities and could possibly have her license revoked.

Because she refuses to go into a biased committee meeting where they are calling her expertise and many years of successful research a lie!