Well I was shocked we steered clear of covid as long as we did, but after 18 months we finally got it. Josh started getting sick (low fever, sore throat, dry cough) but we didn't think to get him tested. He just stayed home and worked from home. Then Josh's brother and dad started getting sick. Then another brother. At some point his brother and his dad went and got tested and were positive. By then Josh was pretty much better, but we assume he had it for sure since the rest of his family all tested positive. I barely got sick...I mainly just had sinus pressure that felt like when I got my concussion last year. I kept waiting for the fever and cough but it never came. After Josh's family tested positive I went in and got tested and was positive. I knew I had covid bc I lost my taste and smell, but wanted it documented in case we have to show it at some point. I tested positive on July 26 which of course was 5 days before our family reunion was supposed to start at our house and end up at our cabin. So we put that on hold while we figured out our timeline and when we would be in the clear. Josh took a test on Thursday and it was negative so he was good. I took all the kids to get tested on Friday the 30th and we all tested negative!!! It was such a blessing and even though I knew it had been long enough since my symptoms started that I wasn't contagious anymore, it gave my family peace of mind so we could enjoy the family reunion and not cancel it. We just changed our plans so we were always outdoors and not in the cabin with 25 people.
We feel blessed that Covid wasn't too bad for our family. I'm not sure if the kids ever got it bc none of them were sick. Unfortunately Josh's dad wasn't so lucky. He got sicker and sicker and finally was sick enough that the hospital took him. Josh was able to visit him on the 31st and Steve was talking about funeral arrangements. He really didn't think he was going to make it. This was extremely hard on Josh and on all of us. By Sunday he was on a ventilator and no one could visit him anymore. So we all just prayed and tried to text him to keep him motivated and fighting to survive. He turned a corned by Tuesday and we finally were able to breathe a little easier. A few more days in the hospital then he was able to go home and continue his recovery. He is still weak, gets winded easy, and has a cough that will probably last a while. We are so grateful that he was able to fight hard enough to survive and are grateful for a loving Father in Heaven that allowed him to stay here when so many are dying.
