Mom messaged me this morning; she lost her sense of taste last night. Her symptoms have been consistent with covid-19 so far. Cough, fever and general weakness, her strength comes and goes in waves.
Mom’s fear is palpable, asking me “am I going to die from this?”, my heartbreaks.
I don’t know the answer — no one does. I tell mom that everything will be fine.
I honestly don’t know; we live in strange times — England went from “herd immunity” on the 13th of March to “lockdown” by the 23rd of March — all I can do it hope that she will live through this.
She is immunocompromised; it is hard to tell what her reality is going to be.
It is hard to comprehend what this means for any of us; all we have now is hope.
All we have is unity in being apart. While it is hard it is the right thing to do in these strange time.
Categories: Thoughts on my life