Anthea

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My name is Alex and I am 49 from London, UK.

This story is about my Mother, Anthea, who was 71 when she received her first and only covid vaccination in January 2021.

Anthea dedicated her entire life to the nursing profession, going into RAF training studies straight out of school, as a Princess Mary nurse (PMRAFNS)
My mother met my father in Africa on holiday and they returned to live and work there. My mum loved working in the African clinics, she was so passionate and held so much love for her job that it was as if she was born to do it.

In Anthea’s student years, she held a good position in London’s St Thomas, on the Nightingale ward. The very ward that Boris Johnson, PM of the UK, stayed when it was reported he had covid.

Anthea went on to become an RGN and excel as a Marie Curie nurse, specialising in Palliative care for end of life patients and families.
After a massive career, my mother retired due to the development osteoporosis and osteoarthritis, just before her 60th bithday.

Like all families in the UK during 2020, we felt the pressure to take the vaccine. Our jobs, wages and livelihoods depended on it.

We were told many times a day that we could be the cause of other people’s deaths and sickness. Mum was told she fell into the bracket of those who should receive the vaccine first, due to her age and ailments.

With a lifetime spent in the medical field, and round the clock fear-mongering, mum did not want it. Her instinct said it was too quickly rolled out. “Something just doesn’t feel right.” We would later find out her instinct would be spot on.

The pressure we endured was severe, we were even 20 minutes away from cancelling the appointment when we were hit with an NHS/Government reminder texts which were frequent and invasive.

Anthea received her first and only dose of AstraZeneca on the 24th of January 2021, in a pop-up community clinic in Clapham. We were in and out so quickly, the whole procedure felt blasé, over and done with in just 5 minutes. As an elderly woman with health conditions, it didn’t feel as thorough as it should have. “Name, date of birth, how are you feeling today? Okay good, now roll up your sleeve.” They even commented that her choice of baggy jumper made it easier and faster for them to get the job done.

I drove mum there and took her home again, it was snowing that day which inevitably makes her osteoporosis and arthritis worse as cold weather stiffens the joints furthermore causing pain and lack of mobility.

When I frequented the house, I would sometimes find her unable to rise out of her chair from stiffness, especially on a rainy or bad weather day as this affects the joints.

But on Monday the 25th, a day later, I found her on the floor. She had been there for 1.5 hours. When I picked my mum up she screamed in pain and I heard and felt her bones as they straightened out. My mother was never one to complain, even on her worst days, but that day she was clearly in greater suffering. Her Osteoporosis and Osteoarthritis had worsened in 24 hours.
Tuesday 26th, she appeared to feel a bit better.

When I checked on her after work, she was showered and dressed, we even had a half glass of Prosecco. She had always had a small appetite but we shared a small dinner together. She seemed a lot brighter.

On Wednesday I went to work and mum had a somewhat normal day, she rested in afternoon, taking a nap but that wasn’t too uncommon to cause alarm.

Mum went to bed early and I didn’t think much of it except she seemed extremely tired and I noticed her breathing was heavy. Anthea had caught Malaria as young girl and suffered annual chest infections, which were routinely treated with antibiotics. This caused her breathing to become heavy around that time.

Her lungs were slightly worsened by this but she would joke “you have two of everything for reason” With her breathing not great, I wanted to get a doctor on phone but of course at this point of the pand3mic, there was rarely anyone available for medical care.

On Thursday the 28th, I went to work.

I’m quite tall and so was mum before osteoporosis – so I would always kiss her on the top of her head and we would joke about the fact she had shrunk.
That day I didn’t give her the usual kiss her on the head, why, I’ll never know.
She gave me a beautiful smile and I left for work. When I tried to call her on my way home, I would usually ask if she needed anything from the shops, there was no answer, I assumed she had taken rest again.

When I arrived at mum’s house, around 16:45, no lights were on and the dog was outside barking, the back door was wide open from the dog pushing through the lock.

I came inside the house and my mother was on floor, I just thought she’s fallen and can’t get back up but when I reached for her I realised she was gone.
Immediately I attempted to resuscitate, calling an ambulance in between giving mouth-to-mouth. They told me they would send an ambulance. I dropped the phone and rushed straight back to resuscitation.

I clawed back the phone to ask how long the ambulance would be and what I can do next for my mother, I was met with a tone of nonchalance, saying “well, had you have stayed on the phone we would have explained it to you”, I was shocked at their lack of empathy for my situation.

A single paramedic turned up and he stood across room wearing his mask.
I had my mother’s head in my hands pleading for help and for him to get the paddles. His response was bleak “she’s been gone ages”. He wouldn’t even come over to her just stood on the other side of the room.

How could he make this assumption without even examining her? Once I ascertained he wouldn’t do anything, I called my brother to come and help me.
I told this paramedic that mum had the AstraZeneca vaccine four days before.
He asked about her health and I informed him of her niggling cough as she usually gets at winter. He straight away said “It’s covid” a verdict given without examination, which I found completely unprofessional.

With hearing this my head start to spin at the possibility that I had given my mum covid and inadvertently killed her, even though we tried everything to keep her safe.

I took a test because I needed to know, it returned negative. This made me angry at how unethical it was to make an unprofessional diagnosis, a basic assumption in the midst of such a traumatic event.

It would have been decent if he had pretended to help me but he didn’t help at all. Get nonchalant with your colleagues when you’ve left me, but when your working you can show some f*****g respect and do your job professionally. My mother always did.

The police showed up after the lone paramedic had finally conducted his procedures, they photographed my mum etc and gave my brother and I some time with her. They did explain that they would have to prepare my mum to be moved to the coroner’s in Westminster.

She was taken to Westminster coroner and from there it took from January 28th 2021 to June 28th 2022 to finally have the inquest!

Mum’s service was held on March 2nd 2021 and on her interim death certificate, they classed her cause of death as ‘pneumonitis induced by the AstraZeneca vaccine’ so we at least had some paper work for that.
We waited and waited for official results when in Summer 2021 they told us there would be no inquest.

Luckily a good friend had heard of a fantastic solicitor who we got in touch with to use his services. The solicitor had never heard of this diagnosis and was more familiar with the clots induced by the AstraZeneca vaccine.

There can be multiple causes listed on a death certificate, but if one of those is unnatural, then an inquest is held. Because of the denial of an inquest and with our solicitor’s advice, we requested a judicial review to be held. The coroner finally agreed to hold the inquest so there was no further need for a J.R
Finally got a pre inquest in March 2022 and the official was scheduled for June 28th.

The solicitor asked for AstraZeneca representative to be present or make statement and nothing was heard from them. I was character witness at the inquest, Mum’s GP and Pathologist were also present.

Her Pathologist, alongside the fantastic solicitor, was vital to helping us gain the inquest and I am so thankful for them. Even the coroner relies on the pathologist findings and without his input this entire matter would have been swept under the rug.

When asked if AstraZeneca was fatal for Anthea, his exact words were “YES it was fatal. She would still be here today had she not been given the AstraZeneca vaccine”

My jaw hit the floor, we didn’t expect that but here was the most revered and relied on professional in the case telling the truth. Even when again prompted, he confirmed.
“Are you saying..?” “YES I AM” His statement was concrete.
“The AstraZeneca vaccine is the culprit because even though Anthea’s lungs showed mucus, her routine annual antibiotics would have cleared it up. AstraZeneca being the sole cause of death.

Even more telling was when he was asked by the coroner “What would AstraZeneca do to the body when other factors were present” All his answers were the same “we don’t have enough information yet!”
Insinuating that there was no way to know how drugs or symptoms would interact with the AstraZeneca vaccination. He knew there is not enough studies or evidence, showing that this is an untested medicine.

My dealings with the VDPS have been appalling. The way they conduct the compensation act is unbelievable.

It has been one year since paper work sent and I’m still waiting on any response. I have so much evidence and have legal representation and yet we as a family still are awaiting a decision!
Not everyone who is bereaved has someone to help them through and many need the support legally, emotionally and financially.

There is nothing in place!

It’s farcical l how bad this “service” is. I attended the APPG at Parliament this October, to try and get awareness and legal help for the injured and bereaved with UKCV Family. It came out they have 8 members of staff for VDPS – for the whole of the UK. A mind-blowingly small team.

Comparatively, there is a high amount of help available for sufferers of long covid. The vaccine injured have nothing and half their doctors don’t help or even believe them, they are mocked and disbelieved.

I am aware of both sides of the sword as my dear Brother passed away from covid in January 2022. Just a year after Mum passed.

In a short space of time I have lost the two most important people in my life.
As far as I’m concerned in regards to my Mother Anthea, It is murder.
I won’t be silenced. They released a trial vaccine to us without our knowledge!
I remember Matt Hancock crying on television, his words were “100% safe”. So many injuries and deaths indicate otherwise.

It was murder, and if by speaking out, one person doesn’t take it then Iv’e done something to help this atrocious situation. My wonderful Brother, who didn’t live to see the inquest also agreed it was murder.
As the Pathologist said – “It was fatal for Mrs Kelly and she would be here today, if it wasn’t for the AstraZeneca vaccine”.

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My name is Alex and I am 49 from London, UK.

This story is about my Mother, Anthea, who was 71 when she received her first and only covid vaccination in January 2021.

Anthea dedicated her entire life to the nursing profession, going into RAF training studies straight out of school, as a Princess Mary nurse (PMRAFNS)
My mother met my father in Africa on holiday and they returned to live and work there. My mum loved working in the African clinics, she was so passionate and held so much love for her job that it was as if she was born to do it.

In Anthea’s student years, she held a good position in London’s St Thomas, on the Nightingale ward. The very ward that Boris Johnson, PM of the UK, stayed when it was reported he had covid.

Anthea went on to become an RGN and excel as a Marie Curie nurse, specialising in Palliative care for end of life patients and families.
After a massive career, my mother retired due to the development osteoporosis and osteoarthritis, just before her 60th bithday.

Like all families in the UK during 2020, we felt the pressure to take the vaccine. Our jobs, wages and livelihoods depended on it.

We were told many times a day that we could be the cause of other people’s deaths and sickness. Mum was told she fell into the bracket of those who should receive the vaccine first, due to her age and ailments.

With a lifetime spent in the medical field, and round the clock fear-mongering, mum did not want it. Her instinct said it was too quickly rolled out. “Something just doesn’t feel right.” We would later find out her instinct would be spot on.

The pressure we endured was severe, we were even 20 minutes away from cancelling the appointment when we were hit with an NHS/Government reminder texts which were frequent and invasive.

Anthea received her first and only dose of AstraZeneca on the 24th of January 2021, in a pop-up community clinic in Clapham. We were in and out so quickly, the whole procedure felt blasé, over and done with in just 5 minutes. As an elderly woman with health conditions, it didn’t feel as thorough as it should have. “Name, date of birth, how are you feeling today? Okay good, now roll up your sleeve.” They even commented that her choice of baggy jumper made it easier and faster for them to get the job done.

I drove mum there and took her home again, it was snowing that day which inevitably makes her osteoporosis and arthritis worse as cold weather stiffens the joints furthermore causing pain and lack of mobility.

When I frequented the house, I would sometimes find her unable to rise out of her chair from stiffness, especially on a rainy or bad weather day as this affects the joints.

But on Monday the 25th, a day later, I found her on the floor. She had been there for 1.5 hours. When I picked my mum up she screamed in pain and I heard and felt her bones as they straightened out. My mother was never one to complain, even on her worst days, but that day she was clearly in greater suffering. Her Osteoporosis and Osteoarthritis had worsened in 24 hours.
Tuesday 26th, she appeared to feel a bit better.

When I checked on her after work, she was showered and dressed, we even had a half glass of Prosecco. She had always had a small appetite but we shared a small dinner together. She seemed a lot brighter.

On Wednesday I went to work and mum had a somewhat normal day, she rested in afternoon, taking a nap but that wasn’t too uncommon to cause alarm.

Mum went to bed early and I didn’t think much of it except she seemed extremely tired and I noticed her breathing was heavy. Anthea had caught Malaria as young girl and suffered annual chest infections, which were routinely treated with antibiotics. This caused her breathing to become heavy around that time.

Her lungs were slightly worsened by this but she would joke “you have two of everything for reason” With her breathing not great, I wanted to get a doctor on phone but of course at this point of the pand3mic, there was rarely anyone available for medical care.

On Thursday the 28th, I went to work.

I’m quite tall and so was mum before osteoporosis – so I would always kiss her on the top of her head and we would joke about the fact she had shrunk.
That day I didn’t give her the usual kiss her on the head, why, I’ll never know.
She gave me a beautiful smile and I left for work. When I tried to call her on my way home, I would usually ask if she needed anything from the shops, there was no answer, I assumed she had taken rest again.

When I arrived at mum’s house, around 16:45, no lights were on and the dog was outside barking, the back door was wide open from the dog pushing through the lock.

I came inside the house and my mother was on floor, I just thought she’s fallen and can’t get back up but when I reached for her I realised she was gone.
Immediately I attempted to resuscitate, calling an ambulance in between giving mouth-to-mouth. They told me they would send an ambulance. I dropped the phone and rushed straight back to resuscitation.

I clawed back the phone to ask how long the ambulance would be and what I can do next for my mother, I was met with a tone of nonchalance, saying “well, had you have stayed on the phone we would have explained it to you”, I was shocked at their lack of empathy for my situation.

A single paramedic turned up and he stood across room wearing his mask.
I had my mother’s head in my hands pleading for help and for him to get the paddles. His response was bleak “she’s been gone ages”. He wouldn’t even come over to her just stood on the other side of the room.

How could he make this assumption without even examining her? Once I ascertained he wouldn’t do anything, I called my brother to come and help me.
I told this paramedic that mum had the AstraZeneca vaccine four days before.
He asked about her health and I informed him of her niggling cough as she usually gets at winter. He straight away said “It’s covid” a verdict given without examination, which I found completely unprofessional.

With hearing this my head start to spin at the possibility that I had given my mum covid and inadvertently killed her, even though we tried everything to keep her safe.

I took a test because I needed to know, it returned negative. This made me angry at how unethical it was to make an unprofessional diagnosis, a basic assumption in the midst of such a traumatic event.

It would have been decent if he had pretended to help me but he didn’t help at all. Get nonchalant with your colleagues when you’ve left me, but when your working you can show some f*****g respect and do your job professionally. My mother always did.

The police showed up after the lone paramedic had finally conducted his procedures, they photographed my mum etc and gave my brother and I some time with her. They did explain that they would have to prepare my mum to be moved to the coroner’s in Westminster.

She was taken to Westminster coroner and from there it took from January 28th 2021 to June 28th 2022 to finally have the inquest!

Mum’s service was held on March 2nd 2021 and on her interim death certificate, they classed her cause of death as ‘pneumonitis induced by the AstraZeneca vaccine’ so we at least had some paper work for that.
We waited and waited for official results when in Summer 2021 they told us there would be no inquest.

Luckily a good friend had heard of a fantastic solicitor who we got in touch with to use his services. The solicitor had never heard of this diagnosis and was more familiar with the clots induced by the AstraZeneca vaccine.

There can be multiple causes listed on a death certificate, but if one of those is unnatural, then an inquest is held. Because of the denial of an inquest and with our solicitor’s advice, we requested a judicial review to be held. The coroner finally agreed to hold the inquest so there was no further need for a J.R
Finally got a pre inquest in March 2022 and the official was scheduled for June 28th.

The solicitor asked for AstraZeneca representative to be present or make statement and nothing was heard from them. I was character witness at the inquest, Mum’s GP and Pathologist were also present.

Her Pathologist, alongside the fantastic solicitor, was vital to helping us gain the inquest and I am so thankful for them. Even the coroner relies on the pathologist findings and without his input this entire matter would have been swept under the rug.

When asked if AstraZeneca was fatal for Anthea, his exact words were “YES it was fatal. She would still be here today had she not been given the AstraZeneca vaccine”

My jaw hit the floor, we didn’t expect that but here was the most revered and relied on professional in the case telling the truth. Even when again prompted, he confirmed.
“Are you saying..?” “YES I AM” His statement was concrete.
“The AstraZeneca vaccine is the culprit because even though Anthea’s lungs showed mucus, her routine annual antibiotics would have cleared it up. AstraZeneca being the sole cause of death.

Even more telling was when he was asked by the coroner “What would AstraZeneca do to the body when other factors were present” All his answers were the same “we don’t have enough information yet!”
Insinuating that there was no way to know how drugs or symptoms would interact with the AstraZeneca vaccination. He knew there is not enough studies or evidence, showing that this is an untested medicine.

My dealings with the VDPS have been appalling. The way they conduct the compensation act is unbelievable.

It has been one year since paper work sent and I’m still waiting on any response. I have so much evidence and have legal representation and yet we as a family still are awaiting a decision!
Not everyone who is bereaved has someone to help them through and many need the support legally, emotionally and financially.

There is nothing in place!

It’s farcical l how bad this “service” is. I attended the APPG at Parliament this October, to try and get awareness and legal help for the injured and bereaved with UKCV Family. It came out they have 8 members of staff for VDPS – for the whole of the UK. A mind-blowingly small team.

Comparatively, there is a high amount of help available for sufferers of long covid. The vaccine injured have nothing and half their doctors don’t help or even believe them, they are mocked and disbelieved.

I am aware of both sides of the sword as my dear Brother passed away from covid in January 2022. Just a year after Mum passed.

In a short space of time I have lost the two most important people in my life.
As far as I’m concerned in regards to my Mother Anthea, It is murder.
I won’t be silenced. They released a trial vaccine to us without our knowledge!
I remember Matt Hancock crying on television, his words were “100% safe”. So many injuries and deaths indicate otherwise.

It was murder, and if by speaking out, one person doesn’t take it then Iv’e done something to help this atrocious situation. My wonderful Brother, who didn’t live to see the inquest also agreed it was murder.
As the Pathologist said – “It was fatal for Mrs Kelly and she would be here today, if it wasn’t for the AstraZeneca vaccine”.

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