In mid-March, my mother called me from the hospital. My father was sick. Fever, chills, cough, general
weakness and other flu-like symptoms. As it turned out, it was the wrong month of the wrong year to have “flu-like symptoms.” Despite being convinced that he had COVID-19, the hospital could do little more than give him a
swab test and send him home.
For the next four-and-a-half weeks, my father and mother stayed on separate sides of their two-bedroom apartment.
My mother, who was dealing with her own symptoms, was able to tend to my father’s needs, and at times, things got scary.
Thankfully, all is now well.