It's been a rough one

At the start of this pandemic, our family had returned from a trip to New York City for March break We had already experienced all the symptoms of the famously unknown Corona virus at the time. This was the last week of February, our departure flight was cancelled because of a snow storm. Let's just say that the last thing we had on our minds was COVID-19.

Skip forward to this say, it seems almost a lifetime ago that things were normal. That life was unbothered by the dangers of world wide pandemic that would put all of humanity into a state of fear and shatter government funds and resources.  

The point of my dismay  lays in the fact that I am a transplant patient. As a kidney transplant patient , I find myself, and my family included, in the very high risk category. 

Understanding that my life, on any regular given day, is already filled of fear of catching something, even a mild flu, Transplant patients follow a very strict routine of taking several anti-rejection drugs. Very powerful drugs that have one objective. The objective is to stop the immune system from rejecting the new organ and in order to accomplish this objective, the drugs put the immune response to rest. Basically, leaving the transplanted patient with no defense and vulnerable to everything that can be caught.

Wonderful!

It has been eight months. And today, I sit here, in my very comfortable home office, staring at the world outside my window. A School bus stops and kids are climbing out. The garbage truck is turning the corner and life seems to be normal. Can I say that I ever want it to go back, or should I say that the way things are now and very accommodating to my health needs?

Are we given a choice in the future, to choose if this lifestyle is preferable to us? What is I don't want it to go back to what it was before? WIll I be alone in this request, will I be the only fool to pronounce the words in favor of confinement? Scary stuff, to be a part of a machine that turns in one direction at any given time. Everything came to a stop, in a threat of loosing all hope. Countries are now connected by one similar threat. Countries are now in unison.