⭐️covid survivors let’s keep on fighting, let’s help each other & spread awareness of the real impact & life changing difficulties we face

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🧏🏽‍♀️My COVID Journey: A Tale of Resilience and Hope (Part 1)

In the depths of January 2021, my life took an unexpected turn when I found myself in the clutches of COVID-19. At first, I mistook the weakening of my body for a mere exacerbation of my asthma. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a challenging journey that would test my strength and resilience.

What made this journey even more challenging was that my loved ones, including my daughter battling a rare Metabolic disorder , learning difficulties and my sons fighting their own health battles including both with Beta Sickle Thalassemia one also with thyroid cancer & the other with a neurological disorder were also struck down by the virus. It was a perplexing situation as my COVID tests kept coming back negative, leaving me separated from my family, confined to my room, and navigating a world of uncertainty.

In those early days, when information about COVID-19 was scarce, we took every precaution to protect ourselves and each other. Each family member isolated in separate rooms, and our home underwent daily disinfection. We used disposable plates and cutlery to minimize any potential risks. Despite all our efforts, on the tenth day of our self-imposed isolation, my eldest daughter sensed that something was not right with me. She quickly checked my oxygen levels and discovered they had plummeted dangerously low. With urgency, she called for an ambulance, realizing the severity of the situation even before I did.

When the paramedics arrived, they provided me with oxygen, but it soon became evident that it wasn't enough. They rushed me to the hospital, and as I entered, I saw a sea of ambulances and people receiving care. It was a sobering moment that made me realize the gravity of my condition.

Inside the hospital, I was connected to monitors that beeped incessantly, creating an atmosphere filled with concern. I pleaded with the medical team for relief, but my condition continued to worsen. Eventually, a doctor delivered the news that my COVID test had come back positive, and my condition was critical. I needed to be transferred to the intensive care unit and sedated due to dangerously low oxygen levels.

The shock of the news overwhelmed me, and I struggled to convey the severity of my illness to my daughter. As I was wheeled into the ICU, fear consumed me. I wondered if I would ever wake up again, if this darkness would swallow me whole. The nurses and doctors reassured me with their kindness, but the uncertainty loomed large.

For nearly two months, I existed in a state of induced coma, sustained only by 100% oxygen. My body battled pneumonia, sepsis, seizures, blood clots, and multiple organ failure. It was a harrowing experience, but through sheer strength and the grace of a higher power, I fought to reclaim my life from the clutches of this merciless virus.

During my coma, I had strange encounters and ethereal connections in a realm beyond reality. These experiences shielded me from emotional turmoil and allowed me to focus on my recovery. I recall being trapped in a nightmarish place, urging myself not to count down to 100, fearing it would seal my fate. But as I reached that ominous number, I awakened to the realization that I had defied the odds.

This is just the beginning of my COVID journey, a tale of resilience and hope.

Remember, it's okay to be scared and vulnerable. We all face challenges, but it's how we navigate through them that defines our strength.

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⭐️Watch out for chapter two⭐️

Feel free to talk about your journey here too it’s good to not feel so alone ❤️