Fox and Broom

A mom's adventures in keeping healthy, keeping her sanity, and making stuff.

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It’s Just So Much

I needed time to process everything. In a way, I was forced to as Jesse required my iPad for his schoolwork. It was really the best thing for me.

An unimaginably awful amount of happenings came about within two months. My family is hurting. We will hurt for a long time.

Cathy died on January 26. She was an amazing and beautiful person. I have known her for more than half of my life.

She read books faster than most people eat dinner. She created the most magical things out of yarn. That is a witchery beyond me. Cathy was not afraid to try new crafts. She was inspiring.

Her catch phrase was “oh, well shit.” It’s classier than my “fuck, or fuckity fuck.” Not that I will stop.

Cathy & Gary

I hurt for myself. I hurt more for Gary, her sister, children, grands, the people that will always be part of our family. So many people loved her.

This is where I am indebted to the school board for depriving me of technology.

I am thankful.

With the crap that happened in December, I am still here. I was told I would need to contact palliative care. I did not need them nor did I go to hospice.

My father-in-law, John, and I were hospitalized with Covid-19. We are still recovering. We are getting better. Recovering from something like this is hard. Our lungs and muscles are still weak. The fatigue is pretty awful. We are slowly overcoming the bastard.

I will always be thankful to have a mother-in-law like Cathy. I truly have the best in-laws. All four of them.

I am grateful for my mom. She has been helping with my boys when I can not do the laundry or wash the dishes. Covid zaps the energy out of you.

(L to R) Papa John, Nana Bobi, Nana Jan, Me, Dad, Grandpa Gary, Grandma Cathy
Boys: (L to R) Jes, Sam, Max, Sol

My heart will continue to mourn.

I will continue to savor the small things and celebrate the big things.

I love all of you.

2021 Is Full Of Crap

It started out with a household member diagnosed with COVID. This led to everyone else being tested. I was the only one who came up positive. Ugh.

Everyone tested again. By the time I found out, I must have just smeared it everywhere. Everyone came back positive. *Everyone*

My father-in-law, John (who lives in the household), and I have had to go to the hospital. I am at home now and on oxygen. John is having a harder time. He is stable. I am still very upset about it.

I watched the Inauguration and enjoyed it so much. It was so beautiful. Lady Gaga was wonderful, Garth made me cry, and I couldn’t get enough of Amanda Gorman. It all made me so happy.

I texted my other mother-in-law, Cathy (who lives with Hubby’s dad), about Wednesday’s happenings. It was a good day. Then it wasn’t.

Cathy had a stroke that night. It was bad. She was transferred to my hospital and put on life support. She was so close to me, but I couldn’t see her. I cried almost all day on Thursday.

I went home Thursday evening. I have a huge oxygen machine next to my bed. I am tethered by a nose line. I have enough to walk around my area. Which is important for keeping clots away. It is good to be able to use the bathroom.

I had a rough time on Friday. My breathing had improved before I came home. It did the opposite that day. I was gasping for air every time I got up. I had improved on my lung strengthening device and it went backwards. It was as if I was starting everything over.

It might have been the trauma from two of my favorite people being so hurt. It might have been the new oxygen machine. Whatever it was, it brought my spirits even lower.

Fuck cancer.
Fuck covid.
Fuck strokes.

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