My husband caught COVID two days after we arrived from St Kitts. We suspected he got the virus from someone at the Miami International Airport or on our flight to San Francisco. Who would ever know?
Edmund, my son, and I ate, rode in the car together, and breathed the same air. In two days, my son was infected too. For one week, the three of us avoided close interaction and were isolated from the world.
We anxiously waited for our passports with stamped Canadian visas and hoped my husband and my son would recover fast from COVID-19 and that I wouldn’t catch it. We were supposed to go on a cruise to Alaska in a few days, and all these stressful events were happening. Up to the last day, we didn’t know whether we were coming or going to Alaska.
Thank you, dear Lord, for keeping me safe from Covid. I didn’t catch it.
Edmund got better and just as he tested negative from COVID, our passports arrived with a 10-year Canadian visa. But I was still not sure if we would join the cruise because my son was still sick of COVID although his was only intermittent coughing from itchy throat. But still I would not want to leave him until I was sure that he was negative of this annoying virus.
With our passports, Edmund well, and my son negative from Covid, Edmund and I packed our bags and flew to Seattle with my brother and his wife to join the Inside Passage Alaskan Cruise.
