I reached out to family and friends and asked for prayers. Emil was prayed for by all of our Catholic, Methodist, Jewish, Muslim, and Buddhist friends. As I told him later, he was prayed for from Afghanistan to Alaska. My extended family activated a text chain so all I had to do was reply and everyone on the chain would have the same information. I also received many notes and cards of support from friends and Emil’s family. Many told me how strong I was and how I would be fine. Later, I realized how many of these were from widows who were telling me I would survive bereavement, should that be the outcome.
Emil: The next day, the doctors started me on a 5-day course of the newly “approved” antiviral remdesivir, and the day after that, I received 2 units of convalescent plasma on “compassionate use” from the Mayo Clinic. It didn’t matter. I kept getting worse.
Anne: I received twice-daily updates from the nurses. When the updates were late in coming, I crawled the walls, waiting at least 2 hours before reaching out. One day, the nurse who answered said she couldn’t talk because his nurse was dealing with an emergency with him. I didn’t take a deep breath until his nurse called back to say he was stable. Regardless, he just kept getting sicker and sicker, and I began to fear he would not make it.
Emil: By Day 5, my X-ray showed clear evidence of a bilateral pneumonia (it had appeared “normal” on admission) and I was transferred to a “step-up unit.” The next day, I was transferred to the ICU and placed on a ventilator, in the prone position, for 16 hours a day.
Anne: The day Emil was transferred to the ICU, he told me he was worried about his fate. He called and asked me to stay on the phone with him while waiting to go to the ICU. We were both so weak we couldn’t do more than say “I love you” and listen to the other’s labored breathing. That was our last phone call until he was off the ventilator 10 days later.
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