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I'm not sure how often I'll write on here, but I needed an outlet. So, here I am. <3
One Month
It's been a month since my mom, my husband and I first started showing symptoms of Covid. After two weeks of a fairly rough bout of what felt like an intense case of the flu, Matt and I started to get better. Mom got worse. It's been a month since my dad took my mom to the hospital. It's been a month since we officially found out she had Covid-19 and bacterial pneumonia. It's been a month since she was first put on oxygen. It's been two weeks to the day since she was put on a ventilator. It's been two weeks since I got a call from the ICU doctor on my mom's phone telling me my mom wanted to speak to me. My mom, with horrible, gasping, ragged breaths told me that Dad said everything was going to be okay and she loved me. I could barely understand her and the doctor had to repeat what she'd said. I told her I agreed with Dad and everything was going to be okay. I told her I love her so much and she replied, "I know you do." I hung up the phone an...
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