Don’t get too excited, now.
I know it’s been over a year – it looks like a year and about 4 months, to be precise – since I last posted. But these are unusual circumstances. It was either write a long Facebook post (which for some reason I was trying to do on my phone, because I’m so smart now that I’m getting older), or dust off this lovely wordpress site. I wish I knew how many hours I have spent putting together my thoughts for this blog – or just how thick a book it would be if all these posts were to be printed.
But this is not a trip down memory lane, Sarah. It’s a chance to air out some musings from this week.
Again – don’t get too excited. This won’t be deep or profound, just thoughts of my present life that want to go somewhere.
To catch you up to speed – that coronavirus, yeah? The new one, that’s making everyone really, really freak out?
On February 29, it made a really fast jump from being news articles about China to being right in our backyard. I came to the parents’ home for the weekend, as I normally do, and my oldest brother came over to join us around Saturday lunch.
My parents live about an hour east of Seattle, in the Cascade foothills with a beautiful view of the valley, distant mountains, and Mt. Rainier itself on a benevolent day. It is remote here, 15 minutes from the nearest town, which is just how my family likes it. My brothers and I have flown this nest and now live in suburbs much closer to the hustle of Seattle. Whenever we can, we gather over the weekend and enjoy simple things like meals and games together. The thing I notice and appreciate most at the parents’, that I took for granted as a child, is the quiet. No sound of traffic except, perhaps, a train in the distance – the highway is replaced with birds and the wind. Step outside on a clear night, and you’ll look up to find not city smog, but constellations that are wonderfully, glittering crisp in the dark.
I know, I’m waxing poetic.
So exactly 7 days ago, my brother joined us for lunch. We chatted about how his work has been lately – he’s a nurse at a medical facility – and the discussion moved on to the latest coronavirus news. I knew the first death in Washington state had been reported that morning, but did not know anything more than that. Our mom began to look up news articles and discovered the death and a growing number of local COVID-19 cases were connected to my brother’s own workplace.
At first, our only response was astonishment. But as we continued to talk and research and process, the implications of that connection began to sink in. It was very likely my brother had interacted with this case during his work week. The possibility that he could be infected, and therefore we could now be infected, couldn’t be taken lightly. Something that had been overseas was suddenly in our backyard, and potentially in our house.
For the rest of the weekend, the news blew up with stories and constantly-updating numbers, and we took it all in as fast as it was being released. We started looking into information about symptoms and incubation time, and found a lot of different answers and a lot of “we’re-not-quite-sure-yet.” The incubation time before someone with the virus showed symptoms was usually listed as 2-14 days, with a median time of 5-7 days. But then there were accounts of people that did not even show symptoms, and yet tested positive for the virus. Were you contagious if you didn’t show symptoms? How long could the virus last on surfaces?
With all the unknowns. my family knew we wanted to do what would be best for our friends, our community, and the bigger picture of this global outbreak. But exactly what that best move looks like has involved ongoing, difficult choices. I know many in a similar situation have had a mandatory 14-day quarantine, and have even been housed at hotels or other facilities. Yet my family had no hope of being tested to know for certain if we were infected… even my brother, who returned to working on the frontlines of this crisis on Monday, has had no chance of being tested so far.
First, we decided we would stay home from church on Sunday. Then, my mom made calls and found volunteers willing to step in and help with the food bank she has faithfully run every Monday. My weekend at the parents’ turned into a week at the parents’. I rotated the few outfits I had brought and worked remotely the best I could – trying to follow an important work meeting on Friday despite Skype lags, and keeping a list of what I will need to catch up on when I can return to my physical desk and see my co-workers again. My younger brother never returned to his college apartment, but has been completing school tests and assignments from home.
We’ve had discussions on what is safe – could we make a grocery run if we use hand wipes, go at midnight when there are less people, and use self-checkout? Could my dad continue his tennis club visits, if he only uses the ball machine? Events that were scheduled long ago have been re-scheduled, events that were routine have been missed. It hasn’t been as simple as signing up to a 14-day quarantine, but we have felt the daily sacrifice as we have to give up each commitment and plan, one at a time.
I don’t mean to seem dramatic – I just think there is value in sharing what we are experiencing. Whether it resonates for those in a similar situation or educates for those that have not yet been impacted by this virus, I think there is always good in sharing our own story.
And it does feel a bit ridiculous, and unreal. We don’t even know if this invisible virus (ok, to be technically correct – invisible to the naked eye) is fiendishly waiting until day 14 to show itself, or if it is present but we’ll never know, or if my brother was never infected and we’re just 4 normal & healthy people that canceled our lives to avoid the rest of the world for two weeks. There is no way of knowing (no way currently available to us) what we have and if we would spread it to others.
It’s all a lot of maybe and what-if right now. But we can’t chance it.
I find it interesting that the day this all happened, when the quarantine began because we could no longer in good conscience see other people, my Facebook reminded me of a 2016 post where I had shared this quote:
“Cowardice asks the question, is it safe?Expediency ask the question, is it politic?Vanity asks the question, is it popular?But conscience ask the question, is it right?And there comes a time when we must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but one must take it because it is right.”-Martin Luther King Jr.
In some ways, this feels extreme. In some ways, it feels unreal. Yet I want to look back at this time knowing my family made the best choices we could, for others.
Ah goodness, it has gotten so late. There is more I want to say, and maybe I will write down more later. If I had time I would end with inspirational & insightful bits about this whole situation. But it’s all right, if you are on social media I think you’re already getting absolutely every angle – panicked, inspirational, humorous and everything in-between. What a time. Thanks for joining me at the old stomping grounds for a bit!
Sarah