Covid Blooms
Mom was deteriorating rapidly. This time, there were no alternatives and she spent close to 12 hours in the waiting area of the emergency room before being seen by anyone.
Imagine. Twelve hours sitting in a wheelchair, retching and convulsing with dry heaves. Mother, who has met and overcome more challenges in her lifetime than anyone should endure, found herself at the end of the line. She was headed downhill and only serious medical intervention and the healing hand of God could turn things around.
Around two in the morning, a temporary bed inside the emergency room suite of beds opened for her. Lo and behold, she was tested for Covid and the results came back positive. IV was administered and a hospital room was provided. Blooming Covid was upon her and nourishment was needed.
The virus had crippled her, the emergency room adventure had almost killed her, but like so many times before, the knocking on heaven’s door was left unanswered.
A week later, we came to collect my mother. The hospital announced her well enough to be released and opened her room to the next victim. I noted her grave frailty as we helped get her into the car. She could hardly walk and had that vacant look in her eyes. I thought how, not too many years earlier, just looking as she did would have warranted a trip to the hospital. Yet, here we were with the hospital sending us home. Strange times we live in.