The dichotomy of a second chance & COVID
By now we're all sick of COVID. Some literally. But I'm almost 11 years post-transplant, bi-lateral lung due to Cystic Fibrosis. No instances of rejection or infection. Yet.
And here we are entering year two of COVID, inching ever closer and closer to endemic status. I'm beginning to venture out, knowing the risk. I'm not taking unnecessary ricks. I still double-mask with the N95 as my first line of defense. I still avoid large crowds. I've had my three shots, with my 4th coming in February.
To be clear, prior to COVID I still wore masks when I travelled, for instance flying or on a train. I was still a hermit during flu season. I told employees not to come to work if they even had the sniffles. So COVID wasn't necessarily a huge disruption in that regard.
But recently I've flown for the first time since Feb 2020 and I've been in situations that I wouldn't have considered "safe" as recently as just a few months ago. I now go to the mall to shop instead of browsing endlessly on the internet. I'd rather go to Whole Foods, and I do now, than have it delivered. I've eaten inside a restaurant exactly once since Feb 2020; it's a start.
The opportunity and promise of a successful transplant is bountiful; spanning career, education, relationships, et cetera et cetera. When I said inching closer to endemic status, that's still not a huge relief for the transplant and other immunosuppressed groups. Our ability to ward off COVID is indisputably tougher.
So how is everyone dealing with this dilemma? Taking the COVID years as a "time out"? Going out with extreme precaution, yet still getting out? Obviously it's not as black and white as this, but overall what do you think of the fact that we have this amazing second chance yet going to Thanksgiving could literally spell doom?