On St. Patrick's Day I Celebrate Mom's 90th Birthday

This St. Patrick’s day my sweet mom is 90 years old. She is totally bed-ridden, dependent on a wheel chair. Her feet and hands have atrophied during the two years of forced lockdowns when the staff stopped any activity with the nursing home long-term residents because they were too busy putting on masks, gloves, and gowns to protect themselves from the pandemic the government called Covid-19.

Before March 14, 2020, when the health department swept in and isolated those with the flu and moved everyone else in other un-sanitized rooms, she was able to move her legs, pushing her wheelchair around the hallways, visiting with other patients, enjoying the company of other humans. Two years later, of complete isolation and no physical activity, being forced to her bed with a closed door, she is almost like a vegetable, barely able to hold or move her head, arms, legs, and hands. Her health is a far cry from the robust 72 year-old who climbed on a ladder to clean a roof covered with dead leaves.

There was not even a veneer of pretense that our loved ones were cared for properly in the nursing home. Every time I was allowed to see her through facetime, she was always in bed. The staff seldom attempted to put her in a wheel chair, or exercise her muscles, give her mental activities of any sort. Not only were they not providing anything for physical movement, the rooms were atrociously filthy, her personal belongings scattered on the floor and in garbage bags where they were initially thrown by the health department and those hired to move all patients from their rooms on the ill-fated day of March 14, 2020. As a result, her muscles have completely atrophied in two years. Her feet look like duck paddles and her hands are beginning to curl up.

The abject fear of death from Covid has become a tool of control for the masses and the socialist Democrats and globalists will never let it go, they keep inventing new variants because the initial virus and non-stop preaching to mask, distance, and hide away from people worked so well that it brought the globe’s population and their lives to a lockdown standstill.

We no longer have a government of the people, by the people, we have a government by dictates, mandates, fear, control, corporate and technocrat censorship, and policing. They have squashed our liberties so much in the last two years that it is impossible to imagine how they have cowed 330 million people in such a short period of time with constant media ginned up and government grinding and abject fear of a virus.

Children suffered long-lasting emotional effects. An entire generation is left behind in their arrested speech development, hearing impairment, as they get their cues and learn from facial expressions of adults and teachers, facial expressions and muffled voices being covered by a mask, often two.

We are still not recovered from this tyrannical intrusion into our lives. We still suffer from the lack of useful medical care provided by nurses and doctors who are indirectly responsible of killing many people who were sent home without any treatment even though alternative and cheap meds were available.

Mom was never vaccinated, was positive once, but never had any signs of illness. Yet she was kept indoors, locked in her own room many times for periods of 14 days of isolation even though she was not sick.

Quarantine has always been for sick people and lasted 40 days, but now, the globalists in control of our medical care lock down everybody. We no longer have any rights, not even the right to breathe freely outdoors. People are so terrified that they walk in the woods alone, jog, and ride their bikes with masks on, even alone in their cars.

Many times I tried to bring  my mom out on the patio, in the sunshine, yet they refused my request or brought her out masked up even though she was not sick and nobody else was within sneezing or coughing range of her.

The human body and spirit withers when locked down so thoroughly, no matter what the age. And mom was old enough to suffer irreversible damage from such neglect. I could not even demand that they bring her out – I was ignored when I did.

The nursing home and the health department were more controlling than the Nazis have ever been in their concentration camps. Nobody could go inside to see what they were doing or not doing to their loved ones. Not that they were much better before the lockdown. In seven years they have lost seven sets of dentures for my mom. There is no excuse for that.

I do not buy the “hero” status conferred on doctors, nurses, and caretakers in general. These people were cowards.  Medicine and medical care will never be the same. Virtual visits are just pretend-medical practice. Some doctors and nurse practitioners are hiding behind a camera.

Many people with serious illnesses avoided hospitals for fear of Covid death while others were denied necessary tests and cancer treatments during the forced lockdowns. The medical profession and the government have serious blood on their hands all around the world.

A few honest doctors, who bucked the corrupt government and corporatist system, still treated their patients with all available drugs and knowledge to them, saving thousands of patients in the process; they are heroes in my book. They were treated like pariahs by the government, their medical associations, hospital administrators, medical boards, and some were fired and/or lost their licenses for doing the right thing. They ARE heroes for saving lives instead of intubating them with ventilators.

Mother smiles at me from time to time, sometimes recognizing me, and asks me if her hair is still beautiful. It is soft like silk in lovely shades of grey and snow white. She has not had a haircut in a long time and I am not sure how to make that possible as her mobility is so limited and the hair dresser quit two years ago for fear of dying of Covid.

The media has drummed up this fear non-stop and is still doing it to an extent. Dr. Fauci stoked this fear from his White House platform for two years. Only when the Democrat voter confidence numbers have tanked, Fauci disappeared, and life is beginning to return to some normalcy although it will never be the same. Too many people have died unnecessarily and too many minds and souls have been altered to the point of no return.

Mom escaped communism 42 years ago. She was vibrant and thin then. She left everything behind and the communist government confiscated everything she has ever worked for or owned: an apartment, savings, her retirement, her small plots of land, her personal belongings, and her jewelry. She never forgot that.

She was happy for so many years in my home, our home, until seven and a half years ago when she got very sick. We still took her out to the mall weekly, to her favorite Mexican restaurant, but the dementia progressed and then her relative freedom was forced into a government lockdown that destroyed her ability to move.

I celebrate today my mom’s nine decades of life, her courage, determination to be free of communism, and her strong will to live. Mom is a survivor; she recovered from things that would have killed many people: a stroke, partial paralysis, a shattered hip and surgery to fix it, transfusions, pneumonia twice, and small bone fractures which have healed quickly. But most of all, she survived 48 years of communism in the country of her birth. It is sad that in the twilight of her life, she has to spend her last days in a tyrannical society that is quickly abandoning any pretense of freedom.