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An Unforgettable Nightmare
Faye Findlay
An Unforgettable Nightmare
“He dodged, and he scored the winning point for his team. The crowds went crazy...” the
sound of the news reporter on the television keeps going with the sports story as I sat down on
the sofa. “Now let’s get back to the news about Covid-19, there is a new update about the
infection as the number of cases is rapidly increasing…” the Covid-19 infection and death data
in news pulled me out of the excitement of sports and it reminds me of the painful trauma 13
years ago. In 2009, there is an outbreak in China, the virus is called H1N1, also known as swine
flu, and my wife was one of the critical patients of H1N1 and she was near to death many times
The story started on a Saturday in October of 2009, my wife and I were still at home.
“Ahem.” I looked toward my wife when she cleared her throat. “Are you okay?” I asked, “Do
you need a doctor?” “I am fine.” she answered and coughed again, “It is just common flu.” I
asked again, “Are you sure?” She rejected my suggestion again, but I still suggested that we
should make an appointment with our family doctor the next Monday, and she agreed. Little did
we know, my wife was infected with the swine flu, which could cause pneumonia, it could even
cause death if it was serious. Moreover, her condition became worse and worse as days went by,
so we changed our plan from going to the family doctor to going to the hospital directly on
Monday morning. By the time we arrived at the hospital, her condition had deteriorated to the
point where she could not walk into the emergency room by herself. Eventually, I found a
wheelchair and pushed her in. I rushed into the emergency with all the energy I had, and I prayed
in my heart, “She will be okay! She will be okay!” I touched her ice-cold hand and comfort her,
I ran through the long corridor of the hospital, and finally, got to the emergency room. By
the time I got there, I was panting loudly, I was exhausted from all the running, but I did not care
about it. I quickly checked in and then we waited. Even though many patients were waiting in
the emergency room, the professional nurses were very aware that my wife had a critical
condition. It did not take us too long to get into the isolation ward, the nurses and doctors were
just telling me, “Calm down! It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about her”, but their action of
playing with their finger and pressing the pen, told me that deep down, they think it was very
serious and very deadly. When we entered the emergency room, the nurse seemed to suspect my
wife had swine flu. They immediately changed into protective clothing and brought out their
protective gear. They did some blood tests and X-rays for her to make sure that she had swine
flu. During the emergency department, my wife's condition gradually deteriorated. For example,
she started to breathe more difficultly, she could not sit up straight, and she had purple nails. I
could not stop trembling, sweats were running down my neck, I started pacing back and forth,
hoping that she will be fine. A few moments later, my wife was sent to the isolation ward. I was
worried sick, I stood there, shocked, thinking that this was not real. About five minutes later, I
grab back my consciousness. “The only way for me to help her is by giving her supplies.” I
thought. Therefore, I went back to grab some daily necessities for her.
My wife was in a coma for three weeks, she was treated in the intensive care unit.
Pneumonia resulted in multiple organ failures and there were dozens of death threats during that
period. When I got back to the hospital after grabbing my wife some supplies, she was already in
intensive care. Because of the damage to her lungs, she could not breathe without equipment to
support her. The doctor put her in a coma to make her feel better in a breathing machine. During
the ICU treatment, my wife's condition started to fluctuate. Several organs had been infected
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with bacteria, causing high fever, including the lungs, heart, and kidneys. Doctors have also told
us to mentally prepare for her death several times. Two weeks had passed, but her high fever did
not improve with medication or injections. Lastly, the doctor suggested one last solution which is
very brutal, “Maybe we should put ice water in her stomach and suck it out. That way we can
make the fever go away faster.” The high fever finally went away after this treatment. Then I
visited her, and I touched her body. It was as cold as ice, her skin and muscle were very rigid, it
felt just like a living corpse. Fortunately, her condition started to turn better after the treatment,
she even got out of ICU. After three months in the hospital, she finally recovered and was
discharged from the hospital, however, her lungs were permanently damaged, and she could not
"Hey, Brian! Don't stare at the TV all day, help me with the housework. Clean the toilet
first, then..." My wife's order woke me up from a nightmare that happened 13 years ago. My wife
and I have been together for 22 years, and of course conflicts and quarrels occur between us from
time to time. I am always the one that apologizes when there is conflict because this experience
taught me to cherish the people in front of me. It is also a blessing to have your other half