On the 29th March, I called an ambulance to send my Dad to hospital.
He’d been battling Covid for a week or so at home, but it had got progressively worse to the point he was struggling to breath. There was crackling in his chest and I noted his Sats had dropped.
He battled in hospital on CPAP for a few days, but it was still not budging and the doctors said he’d have to be mechanically ventilated. We thought this might be days initially, but it ended up being 2 months!!
Double Bilateral Pneumonia, ARDS, Multiple PEs, sepsis, cardiac problems, tracheostomy, tracheostomy complications, resepsis, haematuria, blood transfusion, resepsis, re transfusion, delirium, memory loss, myopathy and lung fibrosis has followed...on someone who hasn’t had any medical issues before.
After a few weeks on the ward, the ambulance brought him home yesterday.
Emotionally charged, incredibly weak, grey haired and very thin, my Dad emerged with oxygen.
It’s going to be a long journey of Rehab for him and a lot of hard work lies ahead, but we are grateful to God he’s here.
My sincere thanks and love to everyone who has been on this journey with me. I am forever indebted for your continued support and hope I can do the same for others in the future.
Despite coming from a medical background and my Dad being a doctor himself, this whole saga continues to be unchartered territory for us a family and the wider world, given it’s such a new disease.
My thoughts and prayers remain with those posters whose family member hasn’t made it home or are still in a critical condition.
Sending you all positive vibes, love and peace! This virus is cruel and has changed the world forever.