The Horror of COVID-19 Virus Testing Part II

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Looking for Hope beyond

Its nearing evening now. There is nothing amazing to look out for, just darkening clouds. Its been a long day of waiting. Patiently staring at my phone. But there has been one constant thing in my room, encouraging online preaching and never-ending Christian music. It reminds me what really matters in such situations.

I have been wanting to call up two of my close friends to share my agony. But I remember I had called them a day earlier and could not reach them. I am still waiting for a call back… but don’t wonder, this is normal here. The online doctor on call I had contacted yesterday will also at some point get back, to give me an appointment. They must be busy dealing with emergencies. I try to understand. People are very busy trying to link parallel ends. It’s a rush to survive. I cannot blame them. I have become one of them, taking a day or two to respond to a missed call.

The busy life has made me forget the word that I held on to, all my life, that I should not worry about what I eat or dress in, since my Creator has it all sorted out. To tell you the truth, He has never failed me. Not on any day. The food I had made, to keep myself busy while waiting, becomes hard to swallow. I cannot tell whether it’s the poor cooking skills, the sore throat or guilt of the reminder of what matters.

Its now 7pm in the evening. I wonder if they are still communicating at night. It has been a long day of waiting. All sorts of things crossed my mind. What will it mean if am COVID-19 positive? The unpredictability of this virus from medical science is not helping. What if I die. No offspring.  Maybe I should have just frozen the eggs, incase I die. What! I know for a fact now am losing it.

I cannot tell my family yet. I do not have the guts to share with friends or colleagues. From the list of questions, I was asked yesterday during the test and after calling the boss; of where I have been, whom I have been in contact with, where I come from, what is your background, how old are you, …. it sounded like a fugitive caught on the run. This gets me thinking, of what others who did the test are going through. On the queue, they looked as frightened as I was. Do they have anything to give them hope, that all will be well. That they can smile again. Whichever way the results go. Do they believe? I remind myself, there is someone higher than me who has got it all worked out. For in Him all things hold together. He said He will never leave me nor forsake me. I start to wish I can give them a hug and tell them it will be well.

Its now very late at night. I conclude that those hardworking health workers must have taken a break for the day. They will send out results tomorrow. The deep thoughts on what really matters seem to have taken my worries away by now.  As I retire, I hold on to the hope I have always known. My hope in Christ. Like one wise man in the old days said, ‘ I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or death……For me  to live is Christ and to die is gain.”


Submitted: May 04, 2020

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