Friday, February 19, 2021…11:02am
The end of week 49. By the end of today my parents will both be fully vaccinated. That is the moment of hope for this week that is keeping me going, because so many other things feel more like despair than hope.
It has felt over and over again this week like much of the rest of the world has decided to forget, or ignore, the fact that we are still living through a global pandemic. I don’t know if it’s the increasing numbers of people who are fully vaccinated coupled with the slowly decreasing infection rates, or if people are just too tired to be cautious any longer, or if people have just decided they really don’t care if they catch the virus, or ???? But the things I’ve seen and heard from other people this week have both disheartened and disgusted me to the point that “Jesus said WTF!” is often zipping through my thoughts or coming out of my mouth.
I’m trying really hard to live into “if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I really don’t have much of anything nice to say right now. Really. So instead, I will share some words that my cousin-in-law wrote about her battle against COVID-19 as both a frontline healthcare worker and as a patient. She has a perspective that is unique and needs to be heard as a reminder that we are not yet living in a post-pandemic world. Please take a few minutes to read her words – and thens keep doing all the things we can all do to help keep the virus in check as the vaccines continue to make their way (slowly) through the general population. Social distance, wear a mask, wash your hands. Because yes, we are still living in the midst of a global pandemic and I don’t want anymore reasons to think or say, “Jesus said WTF!”
Be well my friends.
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