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 and gratitude.
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.