My mama died in late August of 2021. The pain of losing my only living parent left me with a feeling of abandonment. The only silver lining is my partner. He has stood ten toes down by my side stepping in to help me manage her affairs and helping to manage my brother. But 2022 has come in like a ravening wolf ready to devour and that wolf is named COVID-19. During the holiday, he and I were exposed to the virus. We ultimately contracted COVID-19. I am vaccinated; he is not. He began having symptoms first and they were harsh. He experienced fevers up to 103.8 for several days coupled with chills, muscle soreness, congestion, migraine headaches and diarrhea. I experienced mild diarrhea, head and chest congestion and headaches. The fever I had was low grade and didn’t last past a couple of days. After seemingly to progress, he took a turn for the worse this week. He went from being in a good mood and even cooking and laughing to barely breathing in a 24-hour time span. I panicked; we panicked! He exhibited symptoms of walking pneumonia that I recall having some 10 years ago. To the ER we went. Our biggest fear came to fruition, COVID pneumonia with a blood clot in his right lung. I nearly fell apart as I sat waiting in the ER waiting room. I was not prepared to hear that his condition had reached this level of severity. I had to box up any feelings of doubt, fear or panic so I could encourage him and help to usher in his healing. This is what COVID does, it makes you dive deep to find an inner strength from our Creator or it makes you succumb to its pressure.
The ER waiting room was like a scene from a horror movie. Nearly
every 15 minutes, the ambulance arrived with patients with COVID critical symptoms
– all unvaccinated persons. They range from young to old, from all ethnicities.
And the walk-ins, were like a non-stop revolving door. What hurt to witness the
most were the elderly who were dropped off to fend for themselves. Many did not
have vision to see the paperwork to complete or were too weak to write. Many
were hard of hearing and could not hear their names called. I immediately started
assisting even though I am still COVID positive; I could not sit by and just watch.
I watched the medical professionals work as swiftly and with such patience and
poise with the non-stop emergency patients arriving. They are to be applauded. I
have PTSD from what I witnessed Tuesday night. To add insult to injury, I have
a 23-year old cousin on a ventilator and now dialysis as he battles COVID. His
mother, my closest first cousin, can’t even visit or have a conversation with
her oldest child. She calls simply so he can hear her voice, yet she continues
to work and manage her household while trying to maintain her own mental health
and sanity. I can only imagine the pressure and stress she battles daily.
I live in a state of constant commune with God. And when I
am in this zone, God alone sustains me. I don’t hunger nor thirst; I simply act
on the instructions of the divine. I do as I am instructed. It reminds me of my
favorite Bible passage on obedience – John, chapter 2, where Mary, the mother of Christ
tells his servants to do whatever He tells them to do. And when they DO as they
are instructed without regard, a miracle occurs. We have to be obedient if we want
the miracles; obedience is the key.
Today, too many have yielded to the call of the world. We argue
about the science of modern medicine and the complexities of the human body. I
encourage everyone not to be conformed to your own mind. What you believe to be
water is wine in the making. Let the Spirit of God be your guide in ALL things
but especially regarding the vaccine for SARS-COV-2.
Many of us are hell bent on seeing if shit stanks; trust me,
it does!
