On Sunday, March 14th I took my mom to get checked out at the local ER after finding her in bed and looking/feeling awful. I knew that she had gone to the doctor a few days before for a stomach virus, so I wasn't terribly concerned about not hearing from her until I discovered that her smartphone hadn't used in any way in several days. With calls to her number going straight to voicemail, I rushed over to her house to check on her.
After a couple of hours in the ER we got the news that nobody wants to hear right now: she was positive for COVID-19. With her blood-oxygen levels below 90%, she was almost immediately placed on a CPAP machine to supplement her oxygen intake, and a few hours later we said our good-byes as she was taken to an inpatient room. It would be the last time we saw each other in person since then. It would also be the last time I would see my wife or five kids in person as well, as my exposure to mom meant an immediate two-week quarantine for me at her house.
About a week after being admitted, she was at the CPAP machine's limits and was switched to a BIPAP machine. Although she stabilized for a time her condition eventually deteriorated, and on March 26th she was placed on a ventilator and moved to the Intensive Care Unit. She is currently stable but is heavily sedated and unable to communicate.