Monday I got a call from my sweet friend, Connie. She was trying to locate a bedside type commode and wondered if she could get one from the Emergency Squad. I explained to her that the Squad can’t accept them (lack of space) but Nearly New often has them.

It then dawned on me that Michele had called me with one which she wanted to donate to the Squad. I called her and then took it to Connie.

Pat and another friend were already there when I arrived. Connie was in awful shape. You could see she was weak and not well. The chemo treatments have been adversely affecting her.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I got a call from Pat. Connie had gone for another chemo treatment but had been too sick so instead she was taken by ambulance to South Bay Hospital. At the hospital they tested her for covid and her test was positive.

A couple months ago, Connie had most of her colon removed when it ruptured. She almost died. Recently it’s been discovered that she has pancreatic cancer. She’s undergoing chemo and having bad reactions. Now she has covid. How much more can she take? To add to her problems, her house was struck by lightning Friday damaging several appliances.

Because I visited Connie, I’ve been exposed to the dreaded virus. I am self-isolating through the weekend. I won’t let anyone in and I won’t go out. Without knowing, I worked at the Squad yesterday. I’ve warned my shift captain and called Kathy, my partner. I plan to test myself in a couple days (earlier if I show symptoms). So far, I’m feeling ok. I’m not taking any chances so I’m in my closed condo and not venturing out. I sure don’t want to spread it.