Last week I finally had the opportunity to remember, rejoice in what life was like BC. I had both shots and now I'm protected from COVID. At least that's what is said. My first outing was a ferry ride to the City to meet a friend for lunch - outdoors of course, and we still wore masks. I hadn't seen her in more than a year. A few days later, we met with our group of friends called family by choice, nine of us all under the same roof again, also vaccinated, but we didn't wear masks. We laughed and hugged, and cooked together, sat at the table to eat looking out at the mountain. I played with the dogs who I adore. These were the first hugs I have from someone other than my husband and the nurse who watched over me after I had a CT Scan. We, too, had both been vaccinated. There may be life on the other side of this. I await anxiously for it to be a daily occurrence. I am grateful.
April 13, 2021
Again the main thing on my mind is my beloved aunt, who now has an inpatient hospice bed in her country and is expected to die within a month. I'm just devastated. Meanwhile our local area is on a scary trend of covid cases just like the whole US. B and her family had to put their baby in day care because she can't care for him alone, and he got exposed to covid. Now he has covid symptoms so B has to isolate from him because of her risk level and they have no idea what they'll do if her husband has to be hospitalized. It's just so hard for people who already have disabling health conditions.
December 2, 2020