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Briana's Story

Fayetteville, GA

Jason Ross, 36 year young, father of three, and the victim of murder at Piedmont Fayette Hospital.

No one dies of Covid 19 in hospitals. They all die of gross negligence and abuse.


“All that he needed was an antibiotic, a steroid, and an Albuterol nebulizer breathing treatment.”

My name is Briana MacDowell Ross, wife of Jason Ross, 36 years young, father of three, and the victim of murder at Piedmont Fayette Hospital. My three kids, my mother, and I had some type of cold or flu, all overlapping, but on different schedules, along with my husband. He was the third or fourth in the family to get sick, and he was displaying similar symptoms to mine about one week after me. Everyone in the family got better from the American Frontline Doctor’s Protocol. However, I was still exhausted from being sick myself, as well as taking care of the family members. Jason started the protocol, but he went back to work after two days. He had to wear a mask at work. He began having shortness of breath - it had appeared, and it had gotten worse – just in those couple of days at work. I made him stay home the next two days and began the protocol again. His shortness of breath worsened, so, we decided to seek professional help.

Before Covid happened, whenever I went to the hospital with shortness of breath from an upper respiratory infection or pneumonia, I was given an antibiotic and an oral steroid, along with albuterol nebulizer treatments. Therefore, I already knew, that in this critical state of breathing distress, all that he needed was an antibiotic, a steroid, and an albuterol nebulizer breathing treatment. I used to be hospitalized two times per year for asthma attacks and upper respiratory infections. We had a nebulizer. We did not have antibiotics or steroids.

Ruling Out Covid

The following are the order of events on the day we went to the hospital: We went to Walgreen’s Walk-in Clinic first, he walked all the way back there struggling to breathe. The doctor or RN on duty said, “He can’t be seen here, he needs to go to urgent care.” Note: it is a Piedmont Clinic, which is the hospital he passed away in. They knew he was struggling to breathe, and they never offered a wheelchair.

Next, we went to an Urgent Care Clinic, they could not see him because of his insurance. I offered to pay out of pocket, and they said, “We still cannot see him because it’s a strict policy.” The policy: cannot see anyone under VA insurance, even if they want to pay for it without using the insurance.

I proceeded to the hospital ER. Piedmont, Fayette Hospital. I thought they would provide oxygen. They did provide oxygen but then they said, sign in for consent for treatment. I said, “before I sign that, I need to clarify what that means - He would not be put on a ventilator, No Remdesivir, No Downers.

- if I can guarantee that, I will sign this.” She looked at me like I was crazy and just stared at me. I repeated it. Another nurse or medical staff member came up and said, “oh no, honey, this is just for the initial exam.” I was almost in tears during triage, and I said the same thing- “No ventilator and no Remdesivir.” Then, another nurse or medical assistant looked at me and said, “Oh honey, he’s not going to need that, he just needed a little oxygen, see.” She pointed to the screen and his oxygen number was back in the high 90’s. “But I do think he has Covid though, so he will be called rule out Covid until we test him, and no one will be allowed back with him until we rule out Covid.”

Withheld Information

“ma’am, your husband is not coming home tonight.”

I walked outside and had to arrange to pick up the kids at school. Jason called me and said, “I’m in the lobby.” I went back inside for approximately 30 minutes and sat with him until they called him in the back again. They told me that he was Covid Positive, and no one can go back there with him. I said, “I had Covid too, I would like to go back”, and they required a positive test result, from when I was sick (one week earlier), to let me do that. It was “hospital protocol.” I tried to stay on the phone with him the rest of that day and night. I thought I was going to be able to pick him up that night. When I called, the nurse said, “ma’am, your husband is not coming home tonight.” I said, “I need my husband back home tonight.” Every person I talked to, I again repeated, “No ventilator, no Remdesivir.”

They exaggerated how sick he was, and they used over-the-top theatrics on how dangerous it was and how they had to get him on a ventilator. Again, I had it, my mother had it, my kids had it, many friends had it, and everyone recovered at home. I knew the only people, who “died of Covid”, only died in hospitals. I knew all this, and I just thought, “it will be different with us because he has a well-informed and educated patient advocate (me). If they go against our wishes, we will sign an AMA and get him discharged.” Seems simple, right? I was so wrong.

I first asked to have access to his chart, on the Patient Portal. They told me that was only for patients in the Piedmont system, but not critical care or ICU patients. So then, I asked every single person to read all the notes to me and get every bit of information that I could, via phone calls.

Abuse and Neglect

“I have text messages from him about being so thirsty and hungry, and they were giving him nothing.”

On day 2, I had to call them, no one called me, I wanted to know everything about his tests. They said absolutely nothing about a ventilator or Remdesivir. They put him on c-pap and then a bi-pap saying his breathing was getting worse. He was miserable. I have text messages from him about being so thirsty and hungry, and they were giving him nothing. He said, “I keep asking the nurse to bring me water and she doesn’t bring anything.” When I asked them about his claims, they said they did not want him to aspirate. They were giving him IV fluids and I thought, ‘at least he is not dehydrated.’ Hypernatremia is severe dehydration. From the Mayo Clinic, the treatment is: "drinking water and/or IV fluids". The hospital diagnosed this, but they never treated him for this. My husband was starved and dehydrated when the hospital began the end of life drugs like Fentanyl, and put him on a ventilator. I also went through our texts and he sent me messages like, "I am so thirsty", and "the nurse will not let me drink anything", and "bed sheets need changing". I had to call the nurse to ask her to do these things. He also has in his phone searches, "why is Piedmont hospital so bad" and "why would the hospital withhold food and water?"

They told me his oxygen had dropped earlier in the day. The nurses had given him too many fluids, so they started him on Lasik, a diuretic, and when they did the x-ray, all the fluids were gone. So, earlier in the day, his oxygen went down because of them giving him too many fluids. That nurse confirmed that information, but when I brought it up later they told me that was not correct. I was constantly given conflicting information from the revolving door of doctors and nurses on every shift.

They removed the nasal cannula, his current oxygen was 90-91%. He got up to use the bathroom and his oxygen dropped so they put him on a bi-pap machine. They told me they were now giving him only fluids thru mouth, no IV fluids. However, numerous text messages told me that they were NOT giving him fluids by mouth either.

Remdesivir Without Consent

On day 3 I got the list of drugs that day that he was on. I thought that one of them was a type of steroid, but it was Remdesivir. The nurse said the drug incorrectly, so I didn’t realize they started Remdesivir, the third day that he was there. The doctors phoned me at 6 am. Screaming into the phone, “we have to put him on a ventilator right now!!!! It’s urgent or he’s going to die!”

I told Jason this is NOT what we’re doing, and we must get you discharged. I asked about Ivermectin, Hydroxychloroquine, Monoclonal antibodies when I talked to the pulmonologist. Dr. Gattan. He went through one by one explaining why they wouldn’t work. He rushed so fast; I could not write it all down.

The doctor was not using any peer-reviewed studies, they were all anecdotal cases from the hospital and elsewhere. He told me a story from “down in his country” and his opinion of Ivermectin. He said, “they use it, but it does not work.” None of the explanations had anything to do with Jason’s specific situation. I asked, “Doesn’t the hospital get more money for covid deaths?” He said, “We are not killing people for money”, and then he repeated, “we are not in the business of killing people.” Dr. Gattan said, “I will give you a few more days to think about it but you don’t want to wait too long.”

At 3:40 pm that day, he was at 100% oxygen. Pulse in the 70’s and breaths per minute in the 20s and 30s, all normal. Nadine, the charge nurse, said, “If you come up here, you can see him today.” I did not ask any questions. I went up there. It was our 1-year Wedding Anniversary, the next day. When I got there, it was all theatrics. Nadine had changed demeanor and said, “if you try to go inside that door, I will call security.” I said, “I’m not going to do that. That is not why I am here.” She never stopped staring at me the entire time I was there. When I was talking to any of the therapists she just glared.

He was in a position he could not breathe, so I asked them to adjust the bed for him. I have a friend who is a respiratory therapist, and she told me how important “proning” is. This position is on one’s stomach. They had his bed with the head lifted. He was on his stomach! When I asked the respiratory therapist about the position, she said, “[the position] really doesn’t matter.” I remember literally cringing.

Dr. Gattan came over, and I said, “his vitals look great.” He said, “well, ummm, not really good… breaths per minute were in the 40’s”, but I said, “they have been in the 20’s and 30’s. I watched things happen that would make his vitals go up- like lying on his back, the football game on in his room, getting poked and punctured by all the medical team, etc.” I asked if they were giving him vitamins, and what other medications. Dr. Gattan said, “he asked me not to talk to you about this.” I said, “it’s not Remdesivir is it?” He said, “I’m not supposed to tell yoooou,” almost singing it, as he laughed.

He said, “I’ve got the ventilator ready to go right here”, and he pointed to it against the wall. I said, “that is a hard NO”. He said, “he is only waiting because it is your wishes”, and he took his gloves off- balled them up, threw them aggressively across the hall, and they hit the wall with a hard smack, before falling into the garbage can. He then walked away.

That’s when Nadine, the charge nurse said, “it’s time for you to leave now.”

That evening they put him back on a nasal cannula and he ate a whole meal and drank for the first time. They put him back on the BiPAP “just to sleep.”

Held Hostage

“if you do that, he will die.”

On day 4 they kept him on the BiPAP and he sent me a picture of his vitals and they were perfect. In his medical record – on this same day - they added two NEW diagnoses: “anxiety” and “hypernatremia.” They did not tell me either of these. I started looking for medical supplies, private medical transport, and in-home nurses so that we could sign an AMA and discharge him.

Every single doctor and nurse at the hospital said, “if you do that, he will die.” I was unpersuaded. I called hospital administration and they took the AMA up to Jason and that’s when the doctors and nurses worked on him psychologically. After I would talk to him, they would talk to him and counteract everything I talked about with them and him. He was by himself, there is no telling what they said to him.

His phone searches contain “being held without food and water” “leaving a hospital”, and “in-home oxygen tanks”. The hospital team then started him on Xanax, and he told me, “Don’t worry about it Bri, we’ll deal with it tomorrow. I will just sleep here tonight.” In the meantime, I was continuing my research on the best way to get him out, set up at home, etc.

Everything Will Be Fine

“I asked them, explain how this treatment is healing?” .”

On day 5 The pulmonologist, Dr. Arthur, called me at 6 am again, in a panic, saying “he needs to be intubated now!” I said, “NO.”

When telling them we are utilizing the AMA, Sara, the nurse, got on the phone and said, “we will have to turn the oxygen and machines off, then he will have to dress himself, walk down the long halls to the elevator, and down to the first floor. He would have to do it all himself. No one would be allowed to help him.” I said, “you can’t even put him in a wheelchair?” She said, “NO.” She also said that she “would not be able to sleep at night if he left and died. He WILL die if you do this.”

I then talked to the hospital’s patient advocate, and I then called the other patient advocates, but no one could help. I called lawyers and did more research. At that exact date, all over the country, lawsuits were in process to get ivermectin and monoclonal antibodies treatment for loved ones in hospitals. However, hospitals are very well covered by new laws set in place from February 2020. They wore him down fear-mongering and being alone and no one to advocate with him. He was exhausted, and he just wanted to “get better and go home.” Jason said, “Let’s just get this over with so I can come home, and we can be a family again.” I will never forget those words.

I asked them, “explain how this treatment is healing?” They explained to me “it would rest his body so his lungs could heal. His body is extremely tired, and there are hundreds of tiny muscles around lungs that get really worn down.” He had already agreed anyway, and that’s why they were nothing. I talked to Dr. Shaw that day, her title is “Support Medicine”, which I found out later, is a palliative care doctor. I thought she was literally the support for our family and for him in the hospital. We talked for an hour, and she assured me that everything was going to be fine.


Day 6-9 they began the paralytic, sedated him, and moved him to ICU. I had to put it in God’s hands at that point. I never stopped praying, except to do research on things that the nurses and doctors were telling me. Everything was good for three days and he was coming off the paralytic right on schedule. They were testing him to get off the ventilator. However, everything changed on Day 9. They called me to do a biopsy because of “vaguling”, a coughing spell cut off his circulation for a minute and his heart rate dropped. They started him on an antibiotic- “the strongest antibiotic there is”- until they get lab results back. It could be a secondary infection.

On day 10 he tested positive for pseudomonas, a “hospital-acquired bacterial pneumonia”.

He now has an infection disease team monitoring him 24/7, supposedly. They then started him on a specific antibiotic that has a 100% success rate in treating pseudomonas.

On day 11 the PA, Nick, said they are keeping him off the paralytic and trying to get his percentage of oxygen lowered. He considered this minor setback and he is doing really well. He went so far to tell me, “I talk to a lot of people with really bad news, I am not sugar coating this at all. Everything looks really good for Jason.” Then, Nick specifically said, “if we were having to re-paralyze him, and turn his oxygen up to 100%, that would be a bad situation.” Two days later that happened.