Help Ryan’s fight for his life
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To update January 7th 2022.
We had to fight tooth and nail for Ryans legal right to try, to try a script written for him by a doctor. After a long battle, we were finally able to give him something many thought would help him . After the first dose he began to make quick and steady improvements after only 3 doses, 2 doctors decided to remove it from his care. No transparency at all was given. He was just cut off from something showing positive results. It was a battle to get him back on. Then after his body began to decline, once again he was removed medication that was improving him, this time it was too much for his body to handle. Ryan was dying. I was losing my best friend, my reason for waking up each day and my joy in life. 25 years together being taken away in just a matter of hours. We had vacation plans lined up and plans to see every US state at least once, we had talks of getting a new house built together by summer. We had big plans him and I. He was only 41 years old and so much to live for. He just started his business a year ago and it was just starting for him. He was so proud of it and all he achieved. He had so much to live for including me. Ryan fought in the beginning to keep us together, and I had to go to bat and fight at the end. After this last medication was restricted from him simply because its not protocol. I watched my husbands body tire out in his long 40 plus day this first battle was sadly coming to a end, I played our wedding dance song “ me and you” in his hospital as i leaned over him stroking his hair, and apologizing for the corruption around us and how hard I tried to save him, telling him the battle is not over, that his death will not be in vain. I told him “Ryan go home and be with Jesus now, where you can watch over me always and protect me in this next battle” . All the while I’m thinking, how will i survive without him? All our travel plans, all our big dreams gone! My soulmate, my life long partner. Why is this happening? We are suppose to grow old together. I’m suppose to go first so that I’m never left alone. No one should have to beg and plead for proper health care in a hospital. No ones human rights should be restricted once you walk through hospital doors. We are living in scary times indeed. We are being lied to as a society big time. The best ( sarcasm ) was when a doctor came in his room and said to me “ i would love to give him this medication that may help him, heck i would give it to my own child if they were in his shoes, but sadly i have to think of my paycheck and livelihood first, my hands are tied due to politics “. I told that doctor “ over Christmas while you’re with your family, i want you to have visions of me sitting here beside my livelihood sir, a woman beside all she owns begging a doctor to be a doctor and do the right thing and save her husband and i want you to remember what you just told me. Many come into health care to save lives not make a paycheck but now i know what you stand for sir. May God forgive you “. As my husbands heart beat slowed, and his blood pressure dropping rapidly. I held his thumb. Through life when i held his hand i always wrapped my small hands around his thumb, and in his death i was there holding on to his thumb again and told him how much he meant to me and that our love story was special. The notebook movie always reminded each other of us and our story ( minus the wealthy parents ) and so i said to him one of my favorite lines …. “ it was real wasn’t it? You and me, such a long time ago, just a couple of kids, but we really loved each other didn’t we?” his heart rate came to a end and i fell on his chest and cried so hard. I kept apologizing to him for everything he had to go through. I promised him, his death will not be in vain. I will speak out to teach others and I will hold others accountable.
So now we go through the next battle ….. we need to be sure this happens to far less people moving forward, and what we need to do to hold people accountable. This will take time and money. So we need the help of friends, and those also who are going through this. Let us come together and move mountains in our loved ones honor. Ryan loved to help people and i know he would want nothing else than to make sure justice is served and future lives protected.
( original post ).
Ryan and I met in bible class at age 15. We have been together ever since. Married now 13 years and together for 25. He is my first love, my high school sweetheart, my best friend and my life companion. I am not ready to have our love story end yet, or like this. Why we need everyone’s help as we have a very long road to recovery to go.
We had to fight tooth and nail for Ryans legal right to try, to try a script written for him by a doctor. After a long battle, we were finally able to give him something many thought would help him . After the first dose he began to make quick and steady improvements after only 3 doses, 2 doctors decided to remove it from his care. No transparency at all was given. He was just cut off from something showing positive results. It was a battle to get him back on. Then after his body began to decline, once again he was removed medication that was improving him, this time it was too much for his body to handle. Ryan was dying. I was losing my best friend, my reason for waking up each day and my joy in life. 25 years together being taken away in just a matter of hours. We had vacation plans lined up and plans to see every US state at least once, we had talks of getting a new house built together by summer. We had big plans him and I. He was only 41 years old and so much to live for. He just started his business a year ago and it was just starting for him. He was so proud of it and all he achieved. He had so much to live for including me. Ryan fought in the beginning to keep us together, and I had to go to bat and fight at the end. After this last medication was restricted from him simply because its not protocol. I watched my husbands body tire out in his long 40 plus day this first battle was sadly coming to a end, I played our wedding dance song “ me and you” in his hospital as i leaned over him stroking his hair, and apologizing for the corruption around us and how hard I tried to save him, telling him the battle is not over, that his death will not be in vain. I told him “Ryan go home and be with Jesus now, where you can watch over me always and protect me in this next battle” . All the while I’m thinking, how will i survive without him? All our travel plans, all our big dreams gone! My soulmate, my life long partner. Why is this happening? We are suppose to grow old together. I’m suppose to go first so that I’m never left alone. No one should have to beg and plead for proper health care in a hospital. No ones human rights should be restricted once you walk through hospital doors. We are living in scary times indeed. We are being lied to as a society big time. The best ( sarcasm ) was when a doctor came in his room and said to me “ i would love to give him this medication that may help him, heck i would give it to my own child if they were in his shoes, but sadly i have to think of my paycheck and livelihood first, my hands are tied due to politics “. I told that doctor “ over Christmas while you’re with your family, i want you to have visions of me sitting here beside my livelihood sir, a woman beside all she owns begging a doctor to be a doctor and do the right thing and save her husband and i want you to remember what you just told me. Many come into health care to save lives not make a paycheck but now i know what you stand for sir. May God forgive you “. As my husbands heart beat slowed, and his blood pressure dropping rapidly. I held his thumb. Through life when i held his hand i always wrapped my small hands around his thumb, and in his death i was there holding on to his thumb again and told him how much he meant to me and that our love story was special. The notebook movie always reminded each other of us and our story ( minus the wealthy parents ) and so i said to him one of my favorite lines …. “ it was real wasn’t it? You and me, such a long time ago, just a couple of kids, but we really loved each other didn’t we?” his heart rate came to a end and i fell on his chest and cried so hard. I kept apologizing to him for everything he had to go through. I promised him, his death will not be in vain. I will speak out to teach others and I will hold others accountable.
So now we go through the next battle ….. we need to be sure this happens to far less people moving forward, and what we need to do to hold people accountable. This will take time and money. So we need the help of friends, and those also who are going through this. Let us come together and move mountains in our loved ones honor. Ryan loved to help people and i know he would want nothing else than to make sure justice is served and future lives protected.
( original post ).
Ryan and I met in bible class at age 15. We have been together ever since. Married now 13 years and together for 25. He is my first love, my high school sweetheart, my best friend and my life companion. I am not ready to have our love story end yet, or like this. Why we need everyone’s help as we have a very long road to recovery to go.
Ryan was a healthy, strong 41 year old , prior to his diagnosis of pneumonia which lead him to the ER on November 22nd. After he was given a medication we demanded he NOT receive, his health quickly went down hill. Ryan is now, on a ventilator working most of the time at 100% for him, he is also on kidney dialysis three times a week. He is in the ICU and in a VERY critical state. The longer he stays on this vent, the less chance of recovery, and the less chance his kidney function will return. We have a long road to go. We are looking at moving him to a long care facility, and getting him put on a trachea to help him get the vent use down. He will then have to at a later point go through therapy to regain walking, daily tasks, rebuild his body strength and maybe voice therapy too.
This is going to be a long battle. Leaving me with trying to keep his business going, paying the bills, and whatever out of pocket costs we need to get him home. Not to mention the costs of attorney fees also involved. I am only a small business owner that is seasonal and badly effected by the 2020 shut down year. So my funds are not there to help him in all these needs. This is putting a lot of emotional and physical strain on myself and family.
Please give what you can, and PRAY PRAY PRAY for a miracle. It is by the grace of God that we are even where we are right now. Ryan is a strong fighter, and he has myself and God on his side.
Please help me save my soulmate. My best friend.
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Stacy Gorecki
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Taylor, MI
