03 Jul

The first part of July, 2020 we finally got to see my son's first child. She was born on February 29 and because of COVID restrictions we were not able to see her until she was 4 months old. We had a wonderful time. But for the duration of the trip our youngest son, who was preparing for college in August, had a low grade fever and what seemed like the sniffles. His throat was sore. We didn't think much of it, as we often have allergy flairs when changing states. And we were several states away from Missouri in Virginia. 

We said our tearful good-byes and made our way to the airport and the trip back home. Two days after we got home Jared had come home from work not feeling well and asked me to make an appointment at the walk-in clinic in town. When I called they said we would all need to come in for a COVID test. But to stay in our car and someone would come out and administer the test there. 

I was feeling no symptoms at that point. Elijah and Jared, of course were feeling ill. We went home with heavy hearts. We had just spent several days with our family. Everyone would have to quarantine and be tested. One by one everyone contracted some degree of COVID. 

Little did I know that my life would be drastically altered. 

I spent three weeks in quarantine at times wondering if I would live through this COVID. My husband and son made sure I had medication on time. My son came in periodically to get fluids in me. 

After what seemed an eternity I was allowed to break quarantine, quite weakened from the virus. We thought life may take on some normalcy. We were incorrect. This is a fraction of the life changes that occurred. And so the story begins...

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