Vaccine Fatality of James Bruce Denney

We took the first shot on 2/22/21. That one made him sick but he seemed to get better. The second shot was 3/15/21 and it again made him sick but he didn't recover as quickly. He began to be tired a lot. I had trouble with the shot and he got his boss to let him work from home permanently to take care of me. Then we took that third shot (because over 60s were told to). That was 12/5/21. He became sick, like the flu, and it seemed to hang on. Testing for Covid was negative. We had plans for a cruise the end of January 2022. But the 15th of January, he started throwing up blood. I called the EMS and they took his information. He was getting worse by the minute and when they started to walk him outside to the gurney (because it's hard to get in our front door), he started to collapse. They stuck my stool under him and brought the gurney in. I followed them to the hospital. As I was filling out the paperwork, a nurse came in and asked me how much he drank. I told her we don't, maybe one light daquiri on our anniversary, but not any more. She said he had possible cirrhosis and he had to be drinking. I again told her no and she told me to search the house, he was probably hiding it from me. I got furious and left, going into the emergency room my husband was in. He was acting strange, in and out of sleep, or so I thought. Then they took him out of ER and rushed him to the ICU. He lapsed into a coma, being in it for 4 days. I had to change our cruise because it happened the weekend before we were to leave and they told us not to go. They told me that they thought it was the Covid shot that damaged his liver, he had no problems until that last shot. When he woke up, he spent another week in the hospital. They started treating him for the liver condition. We could go on the short cruise and we had to be careful with his diet. He was in and out of the hospital all of 2022 and in April 2023, they started taking fluid out of his belly, the liver was leaking. He was in liver failure by July and spent at least a week, week and a half in the hospital every month with problems holding down food or even wanting to eat, losing weight dramatically. By Thanksgiving, he was getting weaker, we had to let him rest more often and we didn't go out much. Finally, the last week of January 2024, I was walking him to the restroom and his legs just failed. I called EMS again and they took him to the hospital. He was there for 2 days and I was there with him. He sent me home the night of January 29th to get some rest. I got a call about noon on the 30th and told they had moved him to UTMB in Galveston, to the ICU and they wanted me to come as soon as I could. I drove the 15 miles to the hospital and finally got up to the room. I took his hand, gave him a kiss and said "I'm here, sweetheart." He never squeezed my hand and didn't open his eyes. They had 3 IVs in him, one in each arm and one in his neck. They were giving him several medications and having to give him blood transfusions. I kept begging them to get him back, I couldn't lose him. They kept trying to get him to get to come out of the coma, hung over 7 bags of blood, and he wasn't coming back, no rally. I cried the entire time, terrified my best friend of 32 years was dying. Then I saw him open his eyes but he didn't seem to hear me. He raised his arms up toward the ceiling like a child wanting to be picked up. I knew he was going to die at that point. He had missed his dad for 30 years, and I think his dad was there to take him. I was crying hard by that point and then his arms just fell, like a puppet whose strings were cut. And I told them to turn the machines off and stop treatment, he was gone. They asked if I was sure, and I told them yes. It wasn't three minuets after they turned things off that his heart stopped and he was dead. I held his hand and talked to him, saying my goodbyes and that I loved him. The shot killed him. He donated his eyes, skin, and some bone, he was an organ donor but they couldn't use anything else. I had him cremated and his urn is on my shelf where I can see him. I've cried every night and sometimes during the day since he died. I'm without the man who was the great love of my life for that 32 years. I miss him so very much and I blame Fauci and the government for forcing that shot on us.

I believe the shot killed him. I blame the government for his death. We never thought that doing what we were told to do would take him. If you even suspect something is happening to your or your family member's health, get it checked. Keep checking. Be the squeaky wheel, don't give up.

Bruce was the best man I ever met. Both of us had been divorced and neither of us wanted to marry anyone again. But we met in April 1993 and by November, we married. We had the best relationship of any two people. Friends, bosses, even our doctor have said they never saw one of us without the other, we loved being together. He encouraged me to follow my dreams of being an author and gave me the ability to do it. He took me on trips. He was kind, with a wicked sense of humor. Our grandkids, all 9 of them, adored him. He played piano, even accompanying the kids during their band contest solos. We had 2 Shetland Sheepdogs and one of them, our little bi-black male named Sully, was Daddy's boy. And he loved that dog so much. When I came home after he died, Sully sat waiting for him to come in. He was a chemist until 1986 when he went into computers. He was smart, learning to program, do networks, work on hardware and software. And, he looked like Santa for the last 15 years of our marriage, his beard was snow white. Christmas season, he wore the hat and kids would come up to him and tell him what they wanted, and he always made time to talk to them. One time a kid was on the sidewalk near his office, kicking and screaming, and his mom couldn't stop him. Bruce walked up, looked at the kid and said "I'm watching you. If you want your present from me on Christmas Eve, you need to stop this and be a good boy." The kid stopped it the moment he started to speak. And the mom was quietly saying "thank you, thank you." He was such a gem of a man, and I miss him with everything I have. I got lucky, I loved him completely.