This past year has been extremely hard for many people. Everyone I know has missed out on something, a special vacation, prom, Kindergarten Graduation, their last sports season. Everyone lost something that we can’t get back. As I watched schools open up this past fall, my heart broke. You see, my kiddo missed out on the end of school last spring like everyone else, but unlike most other kids, he couldn’t go back in August.
Since contracting COVID-19, many people are taking extra precautions to avoid me, despite having surpassed the infectious 10-day period. Despite wearing a mask, some people have opted to not see me. This is fine, but humorous because my symptoms were very mild and had I not disclosed my condition (which morally should be disclosed when meeting people in person), other parties would have no clue.
This morning is the first time, in several months, that I felt hopeful that there is an end to this pandemic. I’ve been a nurse for over 10 years now, and an ICU nurse for the past 5 years. I thought I had seen a lot in those past 10 years. However, in the past 2 months, I have seen and experienced more heartbreak, tragedy, emotional trauma and death than I have over the last 10 years combined.