My Son Is a Nurse. The Coronavirus Means I Worry About Losing Him Every Day.
HOUSTON — “Can you hear that?” my son, Sam, asked me a month or so ago, interrupting our conversation to hold his phone up to his open car window. “It’s for essential workers.”
By now you know what “that” was — people beating on pots and pans, honking horns and cheering from their windows, balconies, stoops and streets, often against a background of sirens. Sam said it so matter-of-factly that it took me a few seconds to remember that he was someone they were cheering for. He’s a nurse at a Manhattan hospital, one that has been, since early March, all coronavirus, all the time.
When I was pregnant with Sam during the Persian Gulf war, I often watched TV news and wondered what it would be like to …continued .
[Source: New York Times]