One...more...time...
At the end of 2020, my wife thought she might lose both her brothers just in front of Christmas. Her other brother nearly died of COVID. Took the better part of a year before he felt something close to normal.
Bro #1 went into hospital for back surgery. Complications from that and a prior back surgery (metal rod put in some 15 years ago corroded) nearly killed him then. But he spent so long in the hospital, muscle atrophy pretty much rendered him a quadriplegic. It took him a long time to learn to use his arms again. Even after getting out of the hospital, he was confined to a wheelchair. Thankfully his wife was a nurse and able to help him better than most wives could.
He was starting to live a more normal life again the past year and even went on a cruise. Then on Easter, he started having trouble breathing and was back in the hospital. We drove up to see him two months ago. He was alert but, on a ventilator, so he couldn't speak.
Shortly after we left, they transferred him to a hospital in Erie, PA, where they could rehab him better. They got him breathing on his own and eating solid food again. We thought he would get to go home at the end of this week. But his lungs started filling up with fluid again and that was it. They never could figure out what was causing that to happen.