The speed at which we have had to adjust our lives and expectations to a deadly virus that we cannot see is head spinning.
We’re in a race to slow the spread of coronavirus so that our hospitals are not overwhelmed, as we’ve seen painfully in Italy. By stretching out the pandemic, we make it possible for people who fall seriously ill to get intensive care they need to survive.
Like so many people, I have loved ones with compromised immune systems, an underlying condition of my own (asthma), and friends stubbornly going about their normal lives. Though I’m trying to show a brave face by continuing to work (albeit virtually) in my job as a community organizer working to create a better, more fair healthcare system, and to support my friends and family, there is a level of personal fear just under the surface that I can’t seem to shake.
