“And when we stand before God, and you are sent to Paradise for doing according to your conscience, and I am damned for not doing according to mine, will you come with me, for fellowship?”
A Man for All Seasons - Robert Bolt
When Covid hit, I dutifully sheltered in place, keeping away from everyone and waited for the magic month to pass when Covid would be gotten under control. I was shut out from mass for two months, something Catholics have never been told to do, ever to protect themselves from illness. We were finally free to return to church, albeit in drastically reduced numbers, dutifully spaced from each other. Because I was over 65, I was told to stay away for my safety; told to keep away from the most important thing in my life in order to live. I didn’t stay away and helped disinfect the church after mass. I’m still here – healthy.
The disease was new on the scene, there was no vaccine, and the jury was out about how to fight it. Honest dialogue was no longer tolerated; discussion between honored and respected M.D.s, was censored. Hydroxychloroquine, used successfully in Africa to fight malaria for many years with few side effects, was effective in reducing the symptoms of the disease and could have saved lives early on in the pandemic. The drug cocktail president Trump was given after which he quickly recovered from Covid was never discussed. Why? Because it was President Trump who had gotten it and recovered.
If doctors talked about Hydroxychloroquine, they were threatened with losing their license over misinformation. It was suddenly banned or severely restricted in the U.S. I wondered when did physicians stop having the right and responsibility to determine what was best for their patients? Why was it considered misinformation to suggest that someone who has had Covid, has the antibodies, and has not gotten the vaccine should be considered in the same immunity category as someone who has had the vaccine?
Dr. Scott Jensen won the Doctor of the Year Award for Minnesota before Covid hit. He is a conservative. After having contracted Covid he made statements about Covid that did not go along with the news media and CDC’s narrative, he was threatened with losing his license. Please watch the following: Scott Jensen
I respected the rights and reasoning of those who got the Covid vaccine. However, I must follow my conscience about why I am unwilling to let the government, or coercion force me to do anything to my body. I did not cave into the madness around Covid, but continued to live my life after it hit, and I was healthy. No one I know got Covid due to my decision to live life. I was probably accused of spreading the virus, but having been tested for antibodies after this time, I knew I had not. Reports indicate that vaccinated as well as unvaccinated people spread the virus.
A family member called local people who maintained a normal life during Covid, "Hillbillies.” This included me. To my anguish, he wants nothing to do with me anymore; I am considered selfish and/or stupid. I believe requiring physically healthy people to remain locked up and isolated during Covid when it battered their mental health; sent suicides and drug deaths soaring, against a malady that has a 99.5 survival rate was short sighted and stupid.
I was deeply concerned at eroding freedom in our country, and wonder where the admonition “My body, my choice,” (even though the first use of that statement involved more than one body), had gone in light of the vaccine?
I did not want to cave to pressure of the media, the mob, or the government (Uniquely in the U.S. the government exists for us, not us for the government), concerning public health and my own body.
From Crisis magazine
Then I got Covid
I had no symptoms when I got tested, the next day I received positive test results. My clinic recommended a monoclonal infusion. I was relieved to find that these were available in Baldwin, a nice pastoral drive about 20 miles away, rather than having to haul myself up through traffic to the Twin Cities.
Good friends, knowledgeable, highly intelligent, informed people, some part of the medical community, urged me to jump into action. I contacted the recommended doctor, outside the medical establishment, who prescribed ivermectin. Beginning to not feel well, I drove the 20 miles through the traffic I’d hoped to avoid, to pick it up from the closest pharmacy that would carry it. A young, immune friend picked up high quality vitamins and supplements and gave me detailed instructions on how to use them to fight COVID. Another friend, a fairly renowned nurse (though she would fight that title tooth and nail), relayed advice she had just gleaned from going through the same thing with her husband. She sent me an oximeter in the mail so I could monitor my blood oxygen and heartbeat levels. I took ivermectin and began the supplement regimen.
People prayed for me.
I continued the supplement, ivermectin regimen and drove myself to Baldwin for the monoclonal infusion two days later. In the infusion room, I met a man who had refused the vaccine and had been infected by someone who had gotten it; he had contacted the same Dr. I had for the ivermectin. Our nurses were fantastic. I felt sympathy for them; since we were there for two hours, we talked a lot and shared our different perspectives about approaches to fighting Covid. I was impressed with their kindness and openness to what my infusion partner and I had to say. I learned how difficult the pandemic had been on them. When we finished up, we were cheerfully reminded that ten days after the onset of symptoms and if we had no fever, we were immune, free and clear for three months; we could infect no one.
Upon returning home, my immune system reacted drastically to receiving the infusion: at first I could not get warm, even under 4 quilts, then once I did finally warm up with the help of applied heat packs, my temperature rose to 100.5. It began to go down within an hour. This was the only time during this ordeal that my temperature was above normal. I had Covid symptoms; just for that night – wildly fluctuating temperatures and intense body aches, I believe they were not from Covid, but from my immune system reacting to the infusion. By morning I was heading back to normal, my temps remained normal.
Isolated; a young friend who had had Covid brought Holy Communion every day for five days. People dropped off meals. It was beautiful.
I was fatigued for a few weeks, but I love naps, so this was not a great hardship for me. Aside from an occasional mild cough, loss of taste and smell, and from the reaction to the infusion, I was symptom free.
Because I did all of this, I was considered subversive.