My Father Died of Covid

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The past week has been difficult. As I mentioned in my last post, my husband and I celebrated our 50th Wedding Anniversary in mid-October, and he did not feel well at the time. After our anniversary, his stomach problems became worse and worse. On October 29, I took my husband to the Emergency Room here in Southern California and learned that his diverticulitis had worsened and he needed to be hospitalized. While sitting in the Emergency Room with my husband, my sister called from St. Louis to tell me that our 93 year-old father had just been taken to the Emergency Room in St. Louis. He tested positive for Covid, even though he had been vaccinated and had been given a booster shot. For the next week, my husband and father were both in the hospital in different cities. My sister and I were constantly on the phone. On November 5, my husband came home from the hospital, but only with a nurse coming to the house every day to give him IV antibiotics, and he was still on a liquid diet. On November 8, my father died from his Covid. We had hoped he would recover, since he had been vaccinated. In addition, when I compared my father's bloodwork to my husband's, my father looked much healthier. He had better hemoglobin, platelets, white blood cells, lymphocytes, kidney function, and every other marker that can be determined in the blood. He was never on a ventilator, and only needed supplementary oxygen for a short time. He died from Covid, anyway. This was a man who, despite his age, had never had a heart attack, a stroke, or cancer. Covid was just too much for him. It has been a very difficult few weeks, but finally my husband can eat "soft food," again, and walk short distances near our home, so he's making progress. Be careful out there. Covid is still killing more than 1200 Americans every day, and the number is only expected to rise in coming months.