My name is Frank (Ephraim) Zelenko, I’m Dr Zelenko’s younger brother and I was his assistant during those fateful years when the world was besieged by the covid bioweapon, causing worldwide political upheaval, crippling economies, killing millions and destroying families. In those darkest days the only light I saw was coming from my brother as he saved the lives of countless people.

It all started in March of 2020 when he called me and said “I need you”. That startled me because I hadn’t heard him say that to me before. I wasn’t aware of the chaos he was experiencing in the prior weeks treating the covid outbreak in his practice. My first concern when he told me that he was treating all those sick patients in person was for his welfare.

Two years prior to that he was diagnosed with a terrible cancer that made him especially vulnerable to respiratory infections and complications. The fact that he was exposing himself to so many sick patients was insanely reckless and it infuriated me.

He said to me ‘I need you to speak to two hundred and fifty patients that I’ve already treated with this protocol and see how they are doing now. I need this information because I’m going to go public with this protocol. I need you to do this because I know that you’re diligent and I know you’re not a yes man. You’ll tell me the truth and that’s what I need right now. You’re the only one I trust to do this’.

Needless to say all of those patients recovered, word got out about the Zelenko protocol and the rest was history. My brother then asked me to take phone calls from people desperately reaching out to him for help, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say desperately. The phone calls were coming in nearly twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. I’d schedule the patients appointment with him where he would prescribe his protocol, if the patient needed it. Mind you, he only treated high risk patients with his protocol.

Now writing the prescription was the easy part, finding a pharmacy to fill the prescription was the hardest and most exhausting part of my job. Recall how much the media, politicians and the medical establishment demonized hydroxychloroquine. This made it very difficult to find a pharmacist with the guts to do the right thing and dispense the medication. Nevertheless with G-d’s help and with a little tenacity I always found one that would get my brothers patients the medication that they needed.

We did this for more than two years and I tell you he saved everyone of his patients. I have an absolutely unique perspective on my brothers success, I joke that I’m more of a witness to his success than he was. He only spoke to the patients when they were sick. I spoke to them when they were sick, while they were taking his protocol and I spoke to them when they recovered. All of them, every last one. It seemed supernatural to me and I’m grateful to have witnessed it.

This is all just the tip of the iceberg, there’s a lot more to be said. As his assistant I was the proverbial fly on the wall, I saw many remarkable and historic interactions between my brother and world leaders and all sorts of famous people. It’s been three and a half years now since he left this world, I feel that it’s my job to begin recording my memories of him through a series of essays, this one being the first.