John has COVID

Here's the note I left on Facebook yesterday to fill people in:

Well, our family put up a good fight against COVID. But my husband had a patient exposure a few days ago that lead to him testing positive today. He doesn’t get paid if he can’t work (he’s a contract employee) so we’ve been saving and preparing for him to be out of work since COVID first emerged. He will only miss four shifts which is not too bad. (Figuring he recovers well.)

We’ve decided to separate Gramps and Grama (John’s parents who live on the farm) but our Wwoofer Jacob and the kids and I are not going to stay apart as this has been a number of days already.

John is doing “okay” right now. Not great. Not terrible. Your prayers for our family are super helpful but also, please pray for the four remaining docs. They can’t afford to lose more than one doc at a time.

I’m cycling through grief stages and I’m sure I’ll continue to do so. It’s hard not to be angry with patients who are careless and then come in and put your family at risk. But this is his job, and these people are children of God even if they don’t “think this is real.” Jesus is sovereign. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever!! He is our refuge and fortress in times of trouble. Praise His name.

It was surreal to receive the phone call. John said getting the news was a huge emotional BLOW to him. After eight months of taking precautions against COVID, he had it.

Later, I'll write more. Right now, we are hunkering down at home. Yesterday, our Sidge lost his very favorite chicken, Pumpkin. She was one of our very first ones on the farm. Sidge noticed she wasn't acting right, picked her up, brought her up to the house, and watched her die in his arms.

He decided to burry her next to Scrubs. He brought the shovel. Hannah came with. I offered to help dig but he wanted to do it himself. He and Hannah both kept a feather.

That was stinky.

For now, JB doesn't feel great. There are a few kids mentioning not feeling well. One day at a time.