I’ve woken up this morning to the news of the youngest victim yet of the coronavirus – a 45 year old guy who had MND. A wake-up call if ever I needed one to just how serious the threat is. I’m lucky insofar as my oxygen levels are currently near-normal but my breathing is much shallower than it used to be.
In fact, it’s one of the first symptoms I noticed, probably coming up to about a year ago now. I always used to sing in the car to and from work and, after some years in a choir, had pretty decent breath control so could hold a note for some time before needing to take a breath. But I started noticing I had to take breaths far more often. And now I can barely breathe in for more than the count of 2. I just can’t take enough breath in, which is why I try to avoid crying as much as possible because it’s so hard to catch my breath, it’s scary.
I must admit to shedding a tear for this guy though, a father of 2. Heart-breaking.
Sue and I have decided to “socially distance” ourselves now to try to minimise risks. Obviously my carers will still be coming (hopefully!!) but no more non-essential visitors. Apologies to everyone whose visits we’ve had to cancel but thank you for your understanding.
Stay safe and healthy everyone. We’ll get through this. 💪🙏😊