The last day I saw my father alive was when I wheeled him into the hospital (This picture was at that time you see how nervous he was) He had stage 4 cancer. Staff made me leave as I brought him in and refused to let me go back with him. They only allowed him to call and tell us he was being moved to the ICU. For the next five days, no one was permitted to visit, so we never got to spend time with him. The man who raised me didn’t get his loved ones by his side at the end. Nurses grew frustrated and rude whenever we called for updates—though one decent one arranged two FaceTime calls. Meanwhile Fauci hosted dinner parties with Jake Tapper, and families like ours were barred from comforting the people we loved..