Patient #1: Embracing Hope in Times of Despair
By Sandie Mundis, Sandra Mundis and Greg Mundis
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Those are the dreaded words no one wants to hear a doctor speak. Yet calamity is no stranger to any of us. It may look as if hope is lost. Anguish grips us. So, how do we break the chains of despair? How do we move forward?
Facing indescribable tragedy and impending death, this family tenaciously embraced their faith in God's power and faithfulness. And many thousands around the world united with them in prayer. Sandra tells the compelling story of Greg's battle with COVID-19, the very first intubated case at their local hospital.
In their darkest storm, they rallied for hope found only in Jesus.
You will be drawn into their devastating crisis from page one!
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Patient #1 - Sandie Mundis
CHAPTER 1
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WHEN WOULD THIS FEVER break? Every time a wave of chills hit, I shook so uncontrollably that my teeth rattled. It hurt to move, and it hurt to sit still. I pulled the blankets higher as I stared at sterile, bare walls and attempted to inhale a deep breath. The tightness in my chest made it difficult.
The nurse call button lay beside my aching fingers. No one had been in to check on me in quite a while. Had they received my COVID test results yet? Even though by all indications I had contracted the virus from my husband, Greg, verification would bring closure to the uncertainty.
The doctors’ and nurses’ routine every time they entered and exited my room seemed like something from another planet. Always in hazmat suits, their triple-masked head gear made for unclear speech when they spoke. I sensed their obvious fear as they peered through thick masks to examine me. Before the staff departed, the squeaky sounds of glove removal were accompanied by sounds of masks and entire body coverings torn off and tossed into the trash container. Then they scurried to the door as fast as possible, without a backward glance. It made me feel unclean, perhaps like the lepers felt in biblical times.
I turned my head away from the door and gazed out the window. Only the sky was visible. It looked as bleak as my dreary room. Did other people’s lives come to a complete standstill as mine had in just one week?
Everything screamed of isolation. Visitors were not permitted entry to my quarantined room—not even our son, Greg Jr., who is a surgeon in San Diego, California, but currently staying in a hotel across from this hospital. Friends and family stayed in touch through texts, FaceTime, emails, and phone calls. In this forced separation, it was a blessing that modern technology allowed our daughter, Hollie, and her family to stay in almost constant contact from their home in Israel.
I tried to encourage myself that we would make it through somehow. If only I had answers to the haunting questions that filled my mind. Hope and doubt combatted each other for dominance. Would I ever see my husband again? Would I be able to say goodbye if he passed away? Would I also end up in ICU on a ventilator? Would we die together?
Tears poured over my feverish cheeks. I felt confined. There were no hugs to comfort and no hands to hold. Just this barren room with a single bed, a sink, and a trash can with discarded gloves, masks, and gowns that had protected those who had dared to touch me … and there was a window.
I closed my tired eyes to pray and turned my thoughts toward my Savior and Best Friend. I could count on Him. He had brought us through many crises in the past, so I determined to trust Him with this new frightening enigma we found ourselves in. Finally relaxing, a song from my childhood filtered into my mind: He’s all I need. He’s all I need. Jesus is all I need.
As I sang the simple lyrics in a soft, strained voice, peace and hope swept over me. The empty, cold room filled with Jesus’s all-encompassing presence, and I cried to Him like so many times before. Again, I shared with Him my deepest and most troubling fears, and I knew He heard me.
I reached for my Bible on the hospital bed table and opened to Psalm 91 where I had read that morning. My eyes fell on the second verse: He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.
The familiar words soothed. I had repeatedly experienced their truth in my life, especially this past week. And now, they once again breathed hope and assurance into my mind and heart. In you, Lord, I will take refuge.
My head rested on the pillow as I whispered over and over, In you, Lord, I will take refuge. You are my fortress.
I must have fallen asleep. The ringing of my cell phone woke me. Greg Jr.’s familiar voice spoke. Mom, I have to go get some food. If you can make it to the window, you’ll see me waving at you.
Of course I wanted to see my son, even if it was from a distance. Pushing the covers aside, I ignored the pain and slowly lowered my feet to the floor. Carefully, I made my way to the window while holding onto the IV pole. Way off in the distance, in a diagonal direction from the seventh floor, past the entrance of the hospital and across the street to the hotel on the next block, I recognized my car, which I had thoroughly sanitized for our son’s use. Next to it stood Greg Jr. with his arm raised. It was impossible to see him clearly, but that didn’t matter. Fixing my eyes on my son, I waved and waved.
I continued watching until he drove off and the taillights were out of view. As I hobbled back to my bed and climbed in, the obvious reminders of a world turned upside down dominated like a plague. The cold wave of isolation rose to its peak again. How long would we all live separated from each other due to the required quarantine? The virus was a mystery, and fear tried, with fierce determination, to grip my heart as I contemplated our new reality.
It boggled my mind how much had changed in just one week.
Seven days prior was March 12, 2020. I will never forget that day—it was a Thursday. I had taken the spouses of my husband’s colleagues to see a historical performance on stage in a neighboring city. We enjoyed a typical Ozark lunch with lots of laughter and conversation. No one wore masks or talked about social distancing. It was unheard of. As I looked back now, life seemed so simple a week ago.
While at the show with my guests, I received a text from my husband. Sandie, I don’t feel well.
He was in the middle of a board meeting. I immediately responded, What’s wrong?
Feels like the flu.
Oh, no. This wasn’t a good time to get sick, especially since we still had to attend the closing dinner that evening for our colleagues and their spouses. It was important for our executive team to close out this celebratory week with this dinner. Greg is the Director of Assemblies of God World Missions (AGWM), and these were people on our mission’s board who came from all over the USA only two times a year for our semiannual board meetings.
Later that afternoon I texted Greg asking how he was doing.
I feel awful. My body aches all over and I have a sore throat. I think I might have to cancel going to the dinner tonight. I don’t want to get others sick.
What? Greg would never want to miss this dinner. It was completely out of character for him. He must feel terrible.
That evening at home, Greg picked at his simple meal. He looked exhausted and his body aches continued, along with a runny nose and sore throat, so he went to bed early, insisting it was just a cold of some sort. I had my doubts. He mentioned that his ankles, knees, and even his wrists hurt. Maybe he had a new kind of respiratory virus affecting his whole body. I worried because Greg had an allergy to the flu vaccine and had not yet gone to our primary care doctor for the special vaccine through the nose. What if he was unprotected from this peculiar influenza?
When Greg awoke the next day, he had a fever. At least he would be going to the clinic that morning. Without a doubt, they would identify whatever bug he may have picked up. Greg was sure a few prescribed medicines would take care of it.
You have a sinus infection,
the physician’s assistant informed him. I’ll send a script in for antibiotics. You’ll be feeling much better in a few days.
What a relief! We had dealt with sinus infections before. We just needed to give this time. I sympathized with Greg since I also experienced sinus infections due to asthma. But why the body aches? That seemed odd to me. Regardless, I set my battle plan in motion. I would make him some tea and then let him rest. After all, as my mom often said, sleep was the best remedy when you’re sick.
While Greg napped, I called our son. I wanted his professional input from a physician’s point of view. Greg Jr. wondered if it could be the new virus, COVID-19. He knew his dad had entertained colleagues from Europe the previous week, and the virus was becoming prevalent in those countries. I doubted it was that particular virus. It seemed too far-fetched.
Later that afternoon, our son-in-law, Jason, came to see us. He was attending meetings in Springfield and had flown in all the way from Israel where he served with our daughter, Hollie, and our four grandchildren. We had been in touch yesterday, but when Greg got sick, we thought it best for him to stay elsewhere in case Greg was contagious. However, he came by to say hi, and he brought us toilet paper and paper towels, which were becoming scarce in the United States since the eleventh of March—two days ago—when the World Health Organization declared the novel coronavirus a global pandemic.¹ It seemed outrageous how quickly people were filled with fear and buying up every basic necessity they could find. Jason explained that he had gone all over town before he finally found a package of toilet paper on a store shelf. How strange—of all places, he tracked down a few rolls at a hardware store.
Jason placed his armload of supplies on the table and went to greet Greg, who sat in his recliner. Noticing that his father-in-law could barely focus and seemed to struggle to say hello, Jason looked at me in grave concern. Unable to carry on a conversation, he joined me in another room and shared his disquieting thoughts. He’d never seen Greg like this. He wondered if it was COVID-19.
I still thought it highly unlikely—especially not here in Springfield, Missouri. However, Jason had now expressed the same concerns as Greg Jr.
Later, Hollie told me Jason had texted her immediately upon leaving our house, telling her, Your dad is really, really sick. I think it’s COVID.
On Saturday, per the recommendation of our primary care doctor, Greg was tested for various flus, but the results were all negative. However, as the day progressed, his symptoms worsened. He became weak and lethargic, and his body aches intensified. To me, this seemed like more than a sinus infection.
I began reading all I could find about this aggressive new virus. As I searched the internet, alarming headlines painted a grim picture.
Trump declares state of emergency over coronavirus.²
New York state reports first two fatalities.³
As many as 200,000 to 1.7 million people could die from COVID-19 in the United States alone.⁴
I had to discover what the symptoms of this virus were. As I searched, I learned the three symptoms to look for were fever, cough, and shortness of breath. It relieved me to realize that Greg only had one of the three symptoms, a fever. Perhaps it wasn’t COVID.
I had to discover what the symptoms of this virus were. I learned the three symptoms to look for were fever, cough, and shortness of breath.
That evening, we received news that the three colleagues from Europe had tested positive for COVID-19. A chill ran down my spine. Could this really be what we were dealing with after all?
I wanted to get Greg into the emergency room, but they weren’t accepting walk-ins. What was going on? I tried to contact various places to receive some medical attention over the weekend, but no one returned my calls. My frustration increased with every failed attempt.
In case Greg had COVID, our son instructed me not to sleep in the same room with Greg since the virus was highly contagious. The medical reports stated that anyone with a compromised immune system could become much sicker with this virus than people without preexisting conditions. That list included people with asthma and diabetes, both of which I have. But I didn’t want to be far away, so I chose to sleep on the couch in the family room with the bedroom door open so I could hear him if he called out to me or developed shortness of breath.
As I lay on the couch under the covers, only a few feet away from Greg, I could hear his congestion. He moaned from time to time. I racked my brain trying to think of what else I could do. I checked on him from the bedroom doorway throughout the night.
Since I couldn’t sleep with my increasing concern, I prayed fervently on and off throughout the night. The verse in James 1:5 came to mind: If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.
So that’s what I did. I needed to hear from the Lord. At some point while I prayed, I fell asleep.
I awoke before my husband on Sunday, so I picked up