After a very long almost 50 days, I can finally say I am a Covid-19 Survivor. My results arrived just in time for Mother’s Day, being the one gift I truly wanted (don’t return anything Brandon). I still have quite a bit of healing to do – both inside and out – but knowing I’m free of this horrible virus is magnificent.
My doctor called me in tears to share the news we have anxiously been waiting to hear. Brandon and the girls were over the moon, Ailey yelling “MOMMY IS BETTER” and Annabelle hugging me harder than she ever has. My parents’ reaction was the greatest, shouting and sobbing over the phone. They drove straight over to my house to hug me and celebrate in person. I can’t wait to hug the rest of of my family and friends soon.
Are you all better now?
No. I am not all better.
I know I’m not “better” just because of this negative test result. But I can get better once we know the extent of the damage this virus has had on my body and we come up with a treatment plan. I’m praying my body is in better shape than it feels, because the breathing difficulties, the chest pain, the loss of my voice, and fatigue lingers like unwanted guests. .
With the help of my PCP, a licensed acupuncture physician, and a therapist, I know I can, AND WILL, get back to being my old self.
I’m scheduled for bloodwork and a CT Scan to assess the damage to my body from the virus. I’m still coughing, experiencing chest pain and shortness of breath, as well as daily fatigue. Best case scenario is a short round of steroids to battle lung inflammation. As for the worst case scenario, I don’t really want to think about that right now.
I am a Covid-19 Survivor.
The current number of Coronavirus Cases in the United States: 1,297,003. I am thrilled I am NOT one of that number anymore. And I am PROUD I can say I have survived Coronavirus.