That’s when Covid-19 took over the world. Without warning event after event hit our family and sent things collapsing like dominos. Firstly I was stood down from work which meant our household income was halved. Our daughter had her student exchange cancelled. She was stuck in South Korea and we couldn’t get her home. School was all but cancelled and I had now become a mum, coach, wife, cleaner and school teacher.
After 2 weeks, having narrowly avoided our daughter spending 14 days locked in a hotel room by herself and finally finding an airline to bring her home, our daughter was back. A collective sigh was felt across our family the night she landed, 39 hours after leaving South Korea home to Sydney.
Then it happened…Fourteen days later, on a Monday morning, I found myself rushing my 12-year-old son to hospital. Andrew was not allowed into the hospital because of the new Covid-19 restrictions leaving both my son and I on our own. We were scared.
The diagnosis was Type 1 Diabetes, a chronic life long health condition. Late that afternoon we transferred to another hospital. The drive was long, my son was devastated and sad. Hearing the tears of my son’s heartbreaking almost felt too hard to bear.