“On Wednesday morning, the first rays of sun were peeking around the clouds,” my daughter Charity wrote. “I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Strange dizziness clouded my mind. I have a fever, I thought. I must be getting sick. Objects around me seemed to move with each turn of my head. I walked to our tiny bathroom. Cold tile greeted my bare feet. I reached for the cabinet’s portal and grabbed the thermometer. I lifted it to my ear and waited until it beeped.

“I read the number. That’s when the fear started…