Kalispell Covid Death, My Dad! and Logan Health Policies

As I write this, holding back the tears, I hope no one has to endure the grief I feel. Today is Fri., Nov 4th, 2022. My wonderful, generous, God-fearing dad died at local hospital Logan Health, formerly KRMC, from covid on Sept. 29th, 2022. The purposes of this post are to describe what I saw in the ICU, the hospital policies that contributed to his passing, and how YOU can possibly avoid his fate. The long-shot purpose would be to convince our local hospital to consider alternative therapies like Ivermectin, essential oils, ozone therapy, and many other proven ways to fight covid, and to give every covid patient, and attending family member, the form to fill out allowing them and staff to apply these treatments to the patient and accept responsibility for the results.

I’ve been a local massage therapist for 13 years. Fortunately I have a flexible schedule, as my parents condition, and caring for them has taken over my life these last 2 years. Both my parents, Alice and Jack Cochrane, have, and had advanced dementia, and due to the nonsense we saw early in the pandemic, like family not being able to visit residents in nursing homes, I wanted to keep them at home as long as possible. I moved both my parents from their home in Kalispell to assisted living at Buffalo Hill Terrace, specifically The Lodge, which is the memory care wing, on July 1st 2022. They were both diagnosed with covid on Saturday, Sept. 17th. On Sunday, their amazing, gifted, and truthful doctor Justin Buls prescribed Ivermectin capsules for them. ( I know, before my family understood we could get it in capsules, early in the pandemic we were buying the gel-paste at a local feed store) On Monday, my mom began taking the suggested 5-day Ivermectin protocol, and because my dad went to the emergency room at Logan Health that day, and then to the ICU the same evening, he did not take Ivermectin. NOW, SHE’S ALIVE, AND HE’S DEAD. IT’S REALLY THAT SIMPLE.

But allow me to expound a little, and describe what I saw in the ICU, and how some changes to policy and treatment could have saved my father’s life. First let me say the nurses, doctors, and staff were great! We have fabulous talent at our local hospital, hampered over the years by the “old-boy” admin scenario there, and numerous, news-making, jaw dropping developments, like what transpired as a result of whistle blower, and former CFO Jon Mohatt. (google “Jon Mohatt Kalispell KRMC” and ya can’t miss the news articles discussing the hospital settling the case for 24 million dollars.)

That evening when my dad was first transferred from assisted living to the emergency room, my wife and I arrived there and observed him flat on his back on a portable table. Covid WANTS you flat on your back so it can do it’s thing! We asked staff to adjust the table and they did. I ran home to get the Ivermectin capsules Dr. Buls had prescribed. On my return, I found my wife discussing my dad’s illness with a friendly doctor, who promptly shut me down when I mentioned starting my dad Jack on the well-known covid treatment Ivermectin. Here’s where the hospital could have taken a step to save my dad’s life, by informing me that should I want to administer proven anti-viral solutions like Ivermectin, and essential oils like oregano and melaleuca, there’s a form available I could fill out stating my proposal and that I would take responsibility.

But they didn’t. We made it clear that we did not want my dad on a ventilator. (Talk about things we thought were a good idea at the time, like asbestos insulation, ventilators, etc. haha!! ) The hospital went about their standard treatments for covid, like applying an oxygen mask, and anti-bacterial treatments for the pneumonia he developed about 5 days in, but nothing to directly fight the coronavirus.

Me and my wife were at the hospital every day, keeping him company, watching the staffs efforts to keep him stable, and praying for his recovery. As time passed, and we realized he wasn’t improving, and nothing was being done to directly fight the covid virus, I decided to write up what I would do as treatments, and posted that clearly on the door to his large room in the ICU, stating that I was formally requesting the opportunity to apply these therapies, I would provide the products, and that I was documenting my requests and would document their answer. (Not on the form, but I also added a grounding mat to his bed. Scientific studies show that earthing, or grounding, reduces inflammation in organs, over time. Covid is a respiratory disease. Who wouldn’t want to reduce the inflam in their lungs?? Why doesn’t the hospital offer this cheap idea to patients?) In the pictures below, you’ll see the bottle of ivermectin with my dad’s name on it, (He went by Jack, but given name was John), and the date, and Dr. Buls name. There are just not enough good things to say about Justin!

Their answer was yes. But it came 36 hours too late. I was told my proposal went through their legal department, and my proposal was a rarity. After it was approved, I signed the form they produced, stating I would take responsibility. As my dad had a feeding tube down his nose, the staff would work with my wife and I, show us how to use a mortar and pestle to crush the vitamins and supplements I’d chosen, help us administer those, the ivermectin, and essential oils. Unfortunately due to staffing shortages and situations, no one was available to help us until roughly 36 hours after I signed the document. My father was given the holistic meds by my wife and a staff member, once. But it was too late.

On Sept. 29th, a Logan Health Dr. informed me that my dad was failing and there was no realistic chance that he would improve. I had a tough decision to make. They told me if they removed the mask and nose feeding tube, it could be hours, or days before he went to eternity. I chose to send him back to God. I called Dr. Buls and asked him to come bedside. My wife also arrived. His mask and tube were removed, the room was cleared of staff. Immediately upon taking his mask off, he opened his eyes, which I hadn’t seen open since he got to the icu. He had a hard time focusing. His nose was somewhat deformed from the feeding tube. With Justin holding his right hand, my wife Sharmon holding his left, and me holding both his bare feet, he died, about an hour after being removed from life support. The last words he said to me were “I love you.”

I understand that serving up ivermectin, essential oils with anti-viral properties like Ravensara, oregano, and even lavender, immune boosting supplements like quercetin, elderberry, and Vitamin d3, drinks like apple cider vinegar, and offering grounding mats to patients isn’t what local doctors first suggest when a patient is sick. But don’t you feel like they probably have a MORAL obligation to call these to your attention? Surely they’ve heard about this stuff! Of course they have, but that’s not where their paycheck comes from. That’s not what standard Western medicine does. Oh, that’s right, they might face a reprimand, or even discharge for trying to help you in this way. They might face the same for not getting the experimental covid vaccine. So, let’s talk a bit about THAT.

Early in the pandemic, my family decided we weren’t gonna be test monkeys for the covid vaxx, despite most local doctors and even leaders like Trump pushing it on us. (Trump was totally a vaccine salesman! #votethirdparty) I’m confident that had my parents followed through with the 2 shots, 2 booster scenario they would have succumbed to the numerous side effects that have been well documented (but not much reported in the standard media) and l would have had much less time with them. And as time has passed, we’ve noted that the longer we remain unvaccinated, the more evidence we see supporting our decision. Mind you, my family are not “anti-vaxxers”. We recognize vaccines are one of the great developments of modern times. But not the covid vaxx, no sir. There has never been a succesful MRNA vax, and there still isn’t.

Share this post. Pass it around. My hope is for change. I may not see it in my lifetime, but I’m doing my part by sharing what happened to my dad. I’d like to think he’s out exploring the universe, while the rest of us are still here making sandwiches. Make mine without mustard. I miss you dad.