I've been so incredibly sick since Wednesday evening. It all started with a sore throat that hasn’t let up, coupled with relentless coughing and a burning sensation in my chest. By the next day, it felt like a truck had hit me. I could barely walk, burning with a fever.
By Thursday at 1 a.m., I found myself in the hospital. I had been suffering from uncontrollable chills for 12 hours straight my body ached everywhere. My amazing daughter drove me, and I’m so thankful for her. It was a rough night, though. The moment they went to place my first IV, she almost passed out, and suddenly, she became a patient too.
The doctors diagnosed me with an upper respiratory virus, something that simply has to run its course. Given my compromised immune system, I was terrified. Every day has been a mix of pain, constant coughing, and overwhelming exhaustion. At times, I’ve cried just from the sheer pain of it all.
But I’m doing everything I can to recover, holding onto hope, and praying that no one else in my family gets this especially my daughter and granddaughter. Their immune systems are stronger than mine, but I still worry. I know I likely got it from my son and his family, who genuinely thought they were safe. He feels terrible about it, knowing how hard these things can be on me.
Still, I’m pushing through. Little by little, I’m starting to feel better, even with the occasional setback. Gratitude fills my heart for my family’s love and support. I know I will get through this, one day at a time. ❤️