I called Lyse as early as I dared, anxious to know how her night went. She reported that she had awakened four times in the middle of the night absolutely drenched in sweat. She had changed positions on her king size mattress just to avoid feeling damp, totally exhausted and unable to do anything else. Had her fever broken? I had heard that sweating had been an issue for many…that people had lost alot of weight with the virus. Lyse was very weak. However, the pressure on her lungs and the inability to breathe did not seem worse. Oh, how I wished I could be there, just to change her bed and wash her sheets. But the reality is that even if I were close, I could still not enter her home. Truly there was nothing else I could do for her….but pray.
Lyse knew that she was too weak to wash her sheets. She would simply sleep in the guest bedroom tonite. For now, she was glad that it had not become more difficult to breathe. As concerned as I was, I was relieved that she had been checked out and that she had no dogs to worry about. Things would not be delayed if she needed to move quickly to the ER. Knowing that there was nothing else I could do at this point for Lyse, I chose to place her in the Lord’s hands, knowing that He loved her even more than I did. There was nothing else I could do but watch, wait and pray. Lyse was warned that I would be calling at least twice a day.
I had something else to think about. To process. To pray about. Meghan was to experience her first day on the COVID ICU Unit tomorrow. It had all come together more quickly than I had imagined. John and I had decided that we would fast and pray together on the days that Meghan was on duty. We would begin tomorrow.