At the end of March, when exercising outdoors, I felt slightly feverish, a headache and cough. My condition deteriorated in 24 hours. Medicine lowered my fever for a moment, but it rose again soon afterwards. I lost my appetite, my sense of taste became stronger and even the smell of coffee became disgusting. My cough and other symptoms grew worse. I was so weak I could not walk downstairs and I had to be carried down. I had been sick at home for 8 days and lost 7 kilos in weight.
The first few days in the hospital were difficult. I stayed up during the nights, I could not sleep. Sometimes I cried because I couldn’t do anything else. With the help of supplemental oxygen, my oxygen saturation was maintained at around 92% and 93%. I couldn’t even walk to the toilet myself. When I sat, it was difficult to stop coughing. It felt like I was about to vomit my lungs out. I felt I was ready to die if it was my time.
On Good Friday, I had been in hospital for a week. I thought a lot about Jesus’ love for me. I had realized how weak my own faith and prayer were. I knew that others were praying for me. Gratitude filled my heart. I know I’m always just one breath away from God.