I think all of us are remembering what this week was like exactly one year ago. The crazy toilet paper hoarding, the fear of the unknown, the world suddenly shutting down. My Facebook memories for today reminded me that one year ago today my husband, also known as "The Rev" or "Pastor Ken", went into isolation at our little cottage with no heat or running water.
"Dropped Ken off for self-quarantine at the cottage. No running water or heat, but the Covid-19 virus could be deadly (literally) for him as his ITP is not yet in remission. He is calling it, "Isolation Island."
I'm sad because I'm not sure how long we'll be apart, but I'm focusing on how to best take care of our guests, staff and volunteers. Onward, ho!
Deep breath in... Peace on the exhale."
It was another two months before he felt safe to come home. A very long two months of isolation for him and a very busy two months at Souls Harbour as we adjusted to a new reality. It was a long road of recovery for him with ITP (Immune thrombocytopenic purpura) but he's been slowing working his way back to normal - he's now working 3/4 time!
What sort of memories does this week hold for you?!
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