The Silver Lining
READ ABOUT A MOTHER’S PERSONAL ACCOUNT OF COVID POST-EPIDEMIC.
By Kim McCAFFERTY
After two years and eleven months of avoiding Covid like the plague (pun intended), the virus finally came to call. While rationally I knew it was my turn, I resent that my “I’m the immune unicorn” theory was dashed irrevocably to pieces.
We all need something to cling to.
I am recovering nicely yet, despite masking and isolating, having shared the wealth a second time with my husband, so life is pretty disgusting as we hibernate here at chez McCafferty. Fortunately our kids are teenagers and naturally isolate themselves from us, so fingers crossed they won’t catch it.
It’s good to have dreams.
The truth is, although my immunity dream was destroyed, I wasn’t unhappy about getting it now. It happened after both of my boys’ fabulous sweet sixteen parties, and my husband and I contracted it at different times. This meant he could still function when I couldn’t, and vice versa. There’s of course been the dreaded reschedulings, which I loathe, but nothing crucial until the two of us are out of quarantine.