Just when I thought it was over… One of the most enduring memories of my childhood was a time when my mother suffered from a heart infection. As part of her convalescence she was confined to her room. That room was at the end of a long hall, and the door remained closed. I’d stand in the hall and stare at the door, not knowing what was wrong with mom, unable to see her, thinking only the worst. I have no idea how long this lasted, whether it was days or weeks, but I still see that closed door and feel that helplessness that consumed me so young.
My Experience with Covid
My Experience with Covid
My Experience with Covid
Just when I thought it was over… One of the most enduring memories of my childhood was a time when my mother suffered from a heart infection. As part of her convalescence she was confined to her room. That room was at the end of a long hall, and the door remained closed. I’d stand in the hall and stare at the door, not knowing what was wrong with mom, unable to see her, thinking only the worst. I have no idea how long this lasted, whether it was days or weeks, but I still see that closed door and feel that helplessness that consumed me so young.