By Therese Pelletier – Kelvington, Sask.
Aug. 30, 2022 – Lisette arrived from Armstrong, B.C. She hadn’t come home for two years because of the virus everywhere. Annette offered to make a potluck supper in her home in Perigord, Sask., on Aug. 31. It was a big gathering and well organized.
We were all sitting in a big circle by her house. After supper we decided to take photos. My family gathered in front of the old truck in the yard.
I’ve spent a very good summer with my walker attending to many jobs in the yard. The flowers were so beautiful around the house and in the box-garden, peppers grew and Roma and Prairie Pride tomatoes produced pails of fruit.
Sept. 29 – I am not feeling well. I have chills and very sore throat.
Oct. 5 – I am admitted to Kelvington Hospital. I have the COVID-19 virus. I am 92. The hospital bed was so hard; the nurses and doctors so caring. My thanks to them for being so wonderful.
Through my window I can see the clear sky. One day, I watched the STARS helicopter rise and take off by the hospital. Wow!
Food trays kept coming. The food was always good, but I wasn’t hungry, though I tried my best to eat. I didn’t want the TV on at all and I watched the hands on the clock. They were so slow. It felt like time wouldn’t move.
Oct. 13 – back at home. Jacqueline cleaned up my place. It was so, so clean. It felt good and I was so happy. Walked back and forth with my walker, watching the hands on the clock move so slow. I’d think of what I could do more of and I was always making lists to watch for times to eat and so on.
Finished reading the latest issue of The Senior Paper and enjoyed the story about the bunting ram (titled “I really did just even the score”) by Fred Senft of Rock Creek, B.C. I’ll spend some time now doing a puzzle on the table. Every day I hope to do a little more, but the COVID in not changing fast. I can’t think straight.
Jacquie and Darrin Boen came one day jut to cleanup outside around the house. I had made a list of things to gather and they did a very good job.
Oct. 14 – In the morning, after I’m dressed, I slowly go to the living room to sit on my chair and try to pray the Rosary. I thank God for giving me another day. I then do my Lifeline exercises and get up. It’s time for breakfast.
The day continues slowly. It’s not changing much. The hands on the clock go round and round. Will I ever be okay again?
Daytime is eventually over. I sit and watch the Canadian flag blowing from the south wind and watch the shadow of the house moving closer. It’s dark now and time for supper.
Oct. 18 – Marcel got my mail and groceries. He visits in the morning and evening. Jacquie calls at 7:30 every evening and we talk on speakerphone.
— Editor’s note: This submission falls outside the publishing guidelines for the Print Edition of The Senior Paper, as it is considered ‘…chronological events, occurrences, or itinerary / list-style summary in nature’; however we have included it on our website because we feel this snapshot in time is important to record for posterity.
