Checking in on Amy

As promised, I spent a couple of days feeling the sad and angry feelings after my last post. We were looking forward to a quiet weekend as the girls had plans to attend the Hillside Festival in Guelph (a music festival) with some of our neighbourhood friends. A few weeks ago Rick and I had thought we might drive there to join them for one of the three days but under the circumstances we had decided against. We thought we might visit some friends and maybe even go out to eat on a patio somewhere. Friends, the universe had other ideas. COVID came to our house this week for the first time. We knew we wouldn't avoid it forever. I woke up congested and with a sore throat yesterday (Saturday) and felt like I might have a fever. I took a rapid test and it came up positive.  During chemotherapy treatment there are strict rules about fevers. As a patient I am under strict instructions to go to the hospital if I have a temperature of 38 ° C (100.4 ° F) for an hour OR if my temperature is 38....

Since COVID started I have never really been worried about germs. I have always worn a mask in public and am careful to give people personal space. I listened to the concerns of people who were immunocompromised and have always tried to act in a way that won't make others feel uncomfortable, but have never felt personally at risk when I go out in the world to run errands. Now that I am immunocompromised, I am experiencing some true germ anxiety for the first time. Last week I went to Winners to shop for summer hats, and in the checkout line none of the other customers in front of me or behind me were wearing masks. I was wearing mine and trying to keep my distance, but felt very vulnerable in that moment. The customers behind me were breathing down my neck even though I was clearly leaving space before the customers ahead of me. I'm not afraid of getting COVID as much as I'm worried about the fact that getting it (or another illness) could result in a delay in my treatment....