While last year we were chilling at home during the lockdown and making dalgona coffees, baking cakes, browsing for recipes and becoming master chefs, this year has been totally different. There isn’t a family or a relative or a friend of someone who isn’t affected by the corona virus. While we hear multiple sad stories around the world, I would like to share a story which might bring hope and encouragement to someone reading this post.
It was on Saturday the 17th of April, that I clearly remember, dad got fever and was extremely tired. For the next couple of days, I could see that his health began to deteriorate and he became very weak. Three days later, at around 12 in the night he said he had difficulty in breathing. We immediately rushed him to the hospital and he was given some drips and medication. The doctors asked us to monitor his temperature, oxygen and test for covid. The next day his PCR result was negative. He had already done the covid test twice before and they were all negative as well. He had continuous temperature. Two days later he had diarrhea, his oxygen slightly dropped and he could barely move. I checked with a doctor nearby and he advised us to get him admitted to an hospital immediately. This was exactly one week after the first instance of the symptom.
We called many hospitals and informed many of our near and dear ones to find some hospital but could not get a bed. Also, since his test was negative, we couldn’t get the government to allocate a bed for him. We then reached out to dad's friend who owns a hospital and we took him there. Immediately they did a CT scan which showed traces of covid. Although there were no available bed in the hospital, they accommodated him and made special arrangements to get him admitted by God’s grace. They started the covid treatment immediately. They then ran few tests and confirmed it’s covid. Those few days of him being in the hospital was one of the toughest days. None of us could meet him. Once a day he texted/ called and said he was doing okay. We also tried a lot to get the remedesivir injections for him since the hospital had run out of stock. We nearly made 100 calls altogether. We finally got them as well purely by Gods mercy. It was a miracle that 5 days later we got a call that dad can be discharged. God has been extremely kind to us. We were overjoyed to welcome him back home. Although he had to be quarantined for 14 days, we were quite relieved that he is out of danger.
Finally, we got him tested after 14 days and he was negative. He finally walked out of the closed doors of his room 2 days ago. At 69, he fought covid and he is back to being healthy again. Yesterday, (13th May) he preached his first sermon post his covid experience. We’ve had loads of people praying for dad. I would like to really thank you all for your care, concern and prayers.
There is hope at 69. Don’t give up. This too shall pass. My prayers are with those who are fighting this battle at the moment. I also know few couldn’t make it and it really hurts. My heart goes out to their families. We don’t really understand why but we will soon see them on the other side of the shore. We can survive all this. God gives us the strength. Soon, new mornings will come. The flowers will bloom, and the streets will become active. The sun will shine more brightly. The best is yet to come. Hang in there.
Leaving behind a scripture from Psalm 91 that God gave me during
this unprecedented time:
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him.”
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| Latest picture of dad and me <3 |
If not, He is still good.
