On Jan. 20, 2020, the first case of COVID-19 in the U.S. was
confirmed right here in Washington State. This past week, many of my friends either
received vaccines or have scheduled appointments for them. I won’t be eligible
to get in line for a while yet, but even so, for the first time in a year, I
feel like the end is in sight. On a practical, day-to-day level, I know that not
much will change until a large majority of the community is vaccinated. But
just knowing that the end is concrete and tangible fills me with anticipation
Meanwhile, Toni’s sister Fran (my yoga instructor) reports regularly on Caring Bridge that Toni is getting stronger, a tiny baby step at a time. It’s been nearly three months since Toni contracted COVID, and she is still not breathing fully without a ventilator. The damage to her body, some of it permanent, has been devastating and will take a long time to fully heal, but she is bravely on her way.
All of this in the same week as the change in U.S. presidents has made this a week of hope and optimism instead of dread and anxiety. My heart is a hundred times lighter.