We are safe, but my God, what a trying 10 weeks it's been. Dad fell ill with septic arthritis out of nowhere, and was as close to death as it could get. Whilst he was being operated on for sepsis he went into cardiac arrest and surgeons saved his life. During the first lockdown I made the decision to move back in with my parents to run the house and help them, given they are now 74 and 76, and struggling with illnesses. In the interim I have been running the household and maintaining it on my income. Whilst I have kept them and myself safe from COVID, it ended up being something different to get my Dad after all the lockdown issues. Aside from this he has undiagnosed cognitive issues that have also worsened owing to a really bad effect of delirium and PTSD from his treatment. I am now endeavouring to have this diagnosed, whilst dealing with other issues that continue post-op.
I have effectively become a recluse, working from home and being here 24/7 for Dad, as we can't leave him alone at the moment. But I have gotten to the stage of my life where I'm just grateful to have them safe, and with all my sisters, just be safe as a family unit.