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Milena has two children, Danilo, 30, Luca, 15, and a 14-year-old partner, Paolo. And then there is their mother, who lives with them at home, who has been seduced since 2018. About a month ago Milena began to suffer a state of discomfort, she already suffers from asthma. Within a few days his health worsens: fever and weakness. It is Covid-19. Since that first positive swab, on November 12, Milena is still fighting the virus today. And these days, hospitalized, she wrote a letter that she wanted to send to the Ravennanotizie newsroom to tell what she experienced, the fear of not doing it, of never seeing her children, her partner and her sick mother. The fear of not being able to say goodbye to loved ones. And in recounting her fight against Covid, she describes what she saw, one night, while in the hospital bed: two white hands resting on her stomach and a strange feeling, as if someone wanted to help her.
“I want to tell my story, especially to speak with those who say it is just the flu and with those who underestimate the danger.”
“Good Morning, my name is Milena and I am 59 years old.
Due to my mother’s serious health conditions, I had been absent from the work I do in a supermarket in Cervia. On November 4, my mother began to have a high fever and a few days later I, already asthmatic, began to perceive some signs of obstruction in the airways. He was struggling to breathe and had a 37.5 degree fever. According to my GP, I immediately start the antibiotic and cortisone, but the temperature keeps rising. I have no fever on Sunday and not on Monday, and I thought “maybe it was nothing serious.” Anyway I go to the driveway to clean up. I felt better, but instead, the same night I got worse. I spend two days waiting for the result of the tampon that does not arrive. Meanwhile, considering the symptoms I show, the doctor and the USCA doctors offer me hospitalization, but I prefer to wait for the verdict of the tampon: I need some time to organize my mother’s home care, I cannot leave her, not even she it’s okay.
The storm arrives on Thursday, November 12 at 7.30: the result of the swab is positive. The ambulance arrives, I greet my mother, Luca and Paolo with difficulty. Danilo didn’t make it home on time and I think “what if I don’t see him anymore?” I was afraid not to do it and the thought of not being able to say goodbye to my son tears me apart. When I get into the ambulance, I have gone through my entire life in an instant. I arrive at the ER and make a round of phone calls to friends and family to say one last “goodbye.” Fortunately, in the meantime my son Danilo manages to get to the hospital and we say goodbye, even from a distance.
From that moment my battle began.
They watch me all afternoon. Tests confirm bilateral interstitial pneumonia. It’s the end, I think. While waiting for a bed for hospitalization, I stay in the ER, along with other Covid patients, all under attack. At night I go to the bathroom alone, but once there, I can’t get up anymore and I feel dizzy. With what little strength I have in my body, I ask for help and they help me. Given my condition, they send me to the red room for more specific ventilation. During the night of November 13-14 they finally placed me on the 3rd floor, Department of Pneumoacuti. That night I spend it with a catheter, drip and relaxant to sleep, in addition to the mask to breathe, with constant monitoring of saturation, pressure and heart rate.
And on those “rough” nights while fighting Covid, something unlikely happened to me. I remember it like this: one night I wake up, it seems to me to float in the air and I see my bed approaching the entrance of the family tomb in Castiglione di Ravenna. I get scared, but I think: “It’s just a dream.” The next night I had a shock. I open my eyes and see two white hands touching my stomach. I got scared and woke up. There was no one near me. I remember having the feeling that someone wanted to help me … I called my son and asked him to come light a candle for me, and he did.
Meanwhile, time passes and after 4 days of viral therapy for Covid without improvement, doctors decide to undertake a two-dose monoclonal treatment and finally with these antibodies the inflammation of pneumonia improves.
After a month of Covid, I am now here in this hospital bed, with oxygen and a catheter, but I see hope. I know that sooner or later I will return home to my family. And I hope my mother’s condition improves too: she was also hospitalized two weeks ago here in the hospital, 4 negative swabs, fever, bacterial pneumonia. And a positive Covid serological test. Fingers crossed”.
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