Six Feet Apart... in the Time of Corona
By Holly Kammier and Jessica Therrien
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About this ebook
Six Feet Apart is a collection of inspirational essays and poems written by women and
girls from around the globe who share their personal experiences from 2020 to 2022,
during the time of COVID-19. From the sadness of a child in New Jersey adjusting to
distance learning, to the terror of a young adult suffering under military lockdown in
Lima, Peru, to the despair of a sixty-year-old fighting the debilitating illness alone, Six
Feet Apart gives us a rare view through the windows of other people's lives.
Akin to personal diaries, the real-life tragedies and triumphs in these pages capture
loneliness in India, fear and loss across the United States, mental health challenges in
New Zealand, and struggling relationships in far corners of the earth as the world
grapples with a global pandemic.
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Six Feet Apart... in the Time of Corona - Holly Kammier
Holly Kammier
and
Jessica Therrien
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Six Feet Apart . . . in the Time of Corona
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Jessica Therrien
1
Anger
Searching for Safe Spaces Amidst a Pandemic
Evelyn Witterhold
11
Big Deal
Jennifer Gasner
15
When Is This Going to End?
Jennifer Gasner
21
Anxiety
Cabin Fever
anonymous
27
Twenty-Four Hours
Shih Yen Chang
33
Diary of My Days During Covid-19
Andie J. Jablon
37
Pregnant in the Time of Corona
Eymi Teves
41
Pregnant in a Pandemic
Dr. Nishtha Mishra
45
Connectedness & Belonging
Worlds Collide in the Time of COVID-19
Simone Berkowitz
53
Pandemic 2020
anonymous
57
Nature’s Solace During the Time of Pandemic
Blessy Christina Boni
59
Nature Poem
Janet Jackson
63
Finding Gold in the Fallout—
A Collection of Diary Entries
Cynthia G. Robertson
65
Where Sterile Meets Sacred: Spiritual Care
Inside Hospital Walls During COVID-19
Joy Frederich
71
Reawakening
Eleykaa Tully
75
Coping
Notes from Quarantine
Claire Bidwell Smith
79
I Am Lucky
Lorin Petrazilka
81
Coronavirus and Me
Juliana Grandi
85
Lockdown
Jessica Corpus Reyes
87
One of the Lucky Ones
Michelle Bolton
89
It Finally Got Us
Farah Hurdle
95
Secure Your Oxygen Mask First
Valentina Angelo
99
Family
The First Punch
Alexa KingAard
105
This One Precious Life
leslie ferguson
109
Chaos Theory
Jackie Kaimer
113
Only You
Saloni Mahendro
117
Covid Hits Our House
STEFANIE CALLISON
123
Hope
My Victory
Fidan Kim
131
Corona Poem
ISABELLE Hay
135
A Tale of Love, Freedom, Hope for the Future, and How Technology Makes All the Difference
Anne-Marie Mc Gee
139
Beauty Quarantine
Gina Thompson
143
The Other Side
Dee Kennedy Campbell
149
A Healthier Future
Sam Ashkenas
153
Hopes and Dreams
Monika Shanmugam
157
A Change of Plans
anonymous
159
Finding Myself During Covid
Shelley Karpaty
163
Loneliness
My Bleeding Words
Soumya Harichandan
169
A New Companion for New Times
Mrinalini Kumar
171
High School Graduate
Katie Paille
173
Coronavirus Is Not a Hoax
Marietta Kelly
177
Miles Away
Evelyn Lawhorn
179
Loss
Confessions of a COVID-19 Bride
Natalie Neece
187
Phantom Fist Bumps
Danielle Beres
191
Living in a Pandemic
Isabella Albertini
195
A Hard Year for Everyone
anonymous
199
Before
Mia Shemer
203
Love
A Virus Called Love
Cherie Kephart
207
The (Not Normally) Rebel Bride
Jessica Gorman
213
Love in the Time of Covid
Jackie Kaimer
217
Weekends
E.E. Snead
221
Rock Bottom
We Meet Again
J.M. Cools
227
Rock Bottom
anonymous
229
Standing Tall
Women Helping Women
Dhwani Jain
235
Covid Lessons
Suzy M. Ryan
239
Vacation Covid Style
S.A. Roell
245
COVID-19: The Most Horrific and Blissful Experience of My Life
Ashley Michael
249
The Mask—2020
Flora Beach Burlingame
255
Silver Lining
Tabassum Kaniz
259
How the Bubble
Kept Us Together
Lynn Haraldson
263
Life Under a Sickly Sky
G. Stevens
267
Filling in the Blanks
Sydney Gaw
271
Epilogue
Holly Kammier
277
2
Introduction
JESSICA THERRIEN
When we set out to compile this collection of Covid stories, I never imagined I’d have one of my own. I never imagined I’d be praying we’d make it through . . .
In 2020, I was affected by Covid in the way most were, feeling locked down, nervous, and derailed. But that was everyone’s story. I had nothing to say about it that so many others hadn’t already said in their essays to us.
If I’m being honest, after a year of not knowing anyone who’d even contracted the virus, I became skeptical that it was real. And even if it was, there was a 99.9% survival rate. I was young. I’d be fine.
I was wrong.
By July 2021, there were hardly any cases in our area, I’d had a few friends who’d gotten it, including my pregnant sister who has lupus, and she was just fine. It was nothing more than a bad flu. That being said, why not take a trip? We’d been locked down for so long, and things really were starting to open up. The Great Wolf Lodge near my mother’s house, a quick plane ride away, was the perfect ending to our Covid summer. Covid was over, I was sure.
Things changed for me on August 4, 2021, just three days after we’d returned. My two-year-old came down with a fever. I wasn’t surprised. She’d been locked down for almost her entire life. Of course, she’d get exposed to something. I was next to get the fever, then my eight-year-old, my six-year-old, and finally, my husband.
For the first three to four days, I wasn’t worried. Our fevers were high, but we took ibuprofen and Tylenol to combat them. By day five, I’d developed such an intense sore throat that it was pounding in my ear, and my oldest son had the same thing happen. It dawned on me that we probably had strep throat. I took my son in for a strep test, which was negative, but shortly after, we both developed white lesions on the back wall of our mouths. It had to be strep. On day six or seven, I sent in pictures and got antibiotics for the whole family. Around this time, things start to blur for me. The kids’ fevers broke, and so did mine. For about two days, I felt like I was getting better. My husband, on the other hand, was getting worse. His fever wouldn’t break, he had an unbearable headache, and a cough had developed. By day nine, he was coughing up rust-colored phlegm.
I like to be over-prepared, so early on in the pandemic, I bought a medical-grade pulse oximeter to measure O2 levels. I’d read that oxygen saturation was one of the ways to determine if you should go to the hospital. His reading was 95% at first. Not great, but not an emergency. Over the next 24 hours, it dropped into the high 80s, the numbers ticking down with each hour. I wanted him to go to the hospital that night, but if he could just get a good night’s sleep . . .
We were both up all night. His headache had become agonizing and unbearable. By the morning, his O2 was around 85%. Thank God I had that pulse oximeter because it was the only way I was able to convince him to go to the ER. Without that eye-opening reading, he may have fought me.
At the ER, they checked his oxygen, and a swarm of nurses closed in. They whisked him away in a matter of moments, giving us seconds to say goodbye. I was not allowed to be with him at all from the moment he was checked in. Over the phone, I heard the doctors predict his survival rate, giving him a 50/50 chance of making it through.
My husband was in the hospital for two weeks. No visitors allowed. I watched through intermittent video calls as they increased his oxygen and changed out the tube in his nose from the small one to the big blue one. The doctor’s calls were not encouraging.
We’ve done all we can. It’s up to his body now . . . .
But he seems to be doing better. He’s eating. He’s more positive. He got out of bed today . . . .
Unfortunately, his labs are not looking good. He’s at an incredibly high risk for a blood clot.
No matter what positive, hopeful proof
I had that he was recovering, the doctors clearly didn’t feel the same way.
We’ve seen people seem to get better only to deteriorate in a matter of days, so . . . .
Every call was a gut check. And as my husband smiled back at me over the video chat, I kept those horrifying reports to myself.
If you know my husband, you know he’s one of the most determined, persistent, strong-willed people you’ll ever meet. He doesn’t give up. Ever. I’ll do whatever it takes.
I’ve heard him say those words a thousand times . . . . and he always does. But what if this was out of his hands? He’ll tell you nothing is out of your hands.
Over the next several days, he questioned the nurses, trying to find out what he could do. He learned about certain positions (the swim—laying on your belly with one arm up and the other down). He would lay in this uncomfortable position hour after hour after hour. He practiced daily positive affirmations. Sound therapy. He prayed and prayed. Forced himself to eat. To walk. To breathe deeply. He used their lung strengthening thingy as many times a day as he was told. Whatever it takes.
In the end, he made it home.
You’d think that was the end of my story. It’s not.
Covid is a darkness that haunts you long after it’s over.
While my husband was in the hospital, I was fighting my own battle. Much of what I went through is lost. It’s become a thick cloud of pain that I can’t remember clearly. When people ask me how I managed to care for my three young children through all of this, I honestly don’t know the answer. I can’t remember.
For me, Covid began to play a cruel game. After overcoming the acute infection, I had a few days of recovery. But then the next wave hit. Covid went after my digestive system. For some unknown amount of time, a week maybe two, I couldn’t eat. I had complete food aversion, vomiting, nausea, and diarrhea. I remember being curled up on the couch with my mom on speaker phone, truly wondering if I was going to survive. I don’t remember how I eventually came out of that. I remember picking my husband up from the hospital and the tears when we saw each other. I remember the oxygen machine he brought home and the long tube trailing through the house as if he were some 90-year-old man. But he wasn’t. He was fit, forty, healthy, and strong. None of it made sense.
For me, the waves kept coming every few weeks. Food aversion, vomiting, nausea, and diarrhea hit me over and over and over again as the months passed. Just as I’d begin to feel like I was getting better, another wave would come.
I had read about long Covid right after getting sick. Please, I thought. Not me. The doctors said it was normal to have digestive upset but that it shouldn’t last longer than three months. After five months and uncountable ER visits to get fluids for dehydration and a desperate attempt to get answers, I broke down in uncontrollable sobs to my doctor.
Please help me,
I begged her. I have three children, and I’m wasting away. I need to get better for them.
I was already thin, 5'10" and 135lbs, when I got sick. At the five-month mark, I had lost 15lbs, and I was scared.
My doctor stared back at me with wide, empty eyes. All the medicines she’d tried had made me worse. She had no answers for me.
Over the next few months, I had countless strange things happen. I lost strength in my right leg, experienced crippling physical anxiety that woke me out of sleep every morning promptly at 5am, developed insomnia, tingling and burning in my feet, developed iron deficiency, brain fog/trouble concentrating, memory issues, and low blood pressure. I had CT scans, an ultrasound of my gallbladder, and endoscopy and colonoscopy, but nothing that provided any answers.
Today marks an entire year since we contracted Delta. I am still not myself. After a reinfection with Omicron in May of 2022 and a dose of Paxlovid, my smell did return, but that was after nearly a year. My taste is still gone, but that could be due to my latest issue, burning mouth syndrome, where I feel like my tongue has hot sauce on it, and I can’t get it off. That started in April 2022.
Before Covid, I was a bright, energetic, happy, driven mother. Today, I am doing my best to get back to that person while the little monster in my body moves around, breaking things. It’s definitely been a journey, but I wouldn’t trade my experience for another because there are so many who weren’t as lucky as I was. I got to keep my husband, and I thank God for that gift every single day.
Six Feet Apart . . . In the Time of Corona —
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Anger
)
2
Searching for Safe Spaces Amidst a Pandemic
EVELYN WITTERHOLT
Denver, Colorado
Age: 22
April 17, 2020
The CEO of the grocery store company I work for recently sent out a letter that began with a 64-word paragraph where they thanked us for all our hard work during this pandemic. The next 468 words of this letter addressed the recent complaints against them and the emergence of a union. The CEO basically condescended to us for wanting to unionize by explaining how good we already have it with our decent pay and chances for promotion. But during a pandemic, decent pay doesn’t cut it when you fear for your life every time you clock in. And a chance for promotion doesn’t ease the constant anxiety we feel that carries on long after we have clocked out.
This letter I received is indicative of how it feels as though this company only kind of cares about us. Aside from this antiunion letter I received, we also received