we could barely get anything down. ank heavens we could let Henry, our miniature schnauzer, out into our
garden because our dog walker, understandably, did not want to come to our house. We could not walk him.
We were barely moving. By this time, I was not even listening to TV or the radio. I just wanted quiet. Truthfully,
it was a blur except for the sheer terror of waiting for my husband and me to have the “cytokine storm” I kept
reading about. He was too sick, so I worried for both of us. For the most part, I stayed in bed, watched “Anne
with an E” and kept my head down. At the worst moments of terror, I reached out to Gary who did his SPC-C
procedure with me several times. at helped to calm me down. I also reached out to two friends/physicians,
Stuart Wolfe and Steve Diamond, and my own physician, and they were supportive. My wonderful friends and
family were calling, wanting so much for us to be feeling better – but we weren’t and I hated disappointing them.
is virus just was moving at its own rate and it was tenacious. Aer week three, I began to li my head and
weakly look around.
I remembered how my friend and colleague, Nacho Jarero, had me and other friends keep in daily contact with
him while he was in the midst of the devastation of the Haitian Earthquake when he went to assist. I asked my
friends and family to do the same, and appreciated the messages on email, texts and phone calls we received,
even when I couldn’t always respond. ey helped buoy us up. By week four, I was getting better enough to take
some air. However, that was when I began to un-numb from the death of my mother. My friend, Brurit, was
there and worked with me with her “Abbreviated Recent-Traumatic Episode Protocol/Sandwich Protocol.” Until
then, I had been emotionally drained and was so pessimistic! It helped me to get present and start dealing with
life around me. I got back to working on this ebook.
We are now 53 days aer our rst symptoms. I have been working with colleagues from all over the world to
bring this ebook to you. I want to acknowledge and thank Regina Morrow, Isabel Fernandez, Paul Miller, Derek
Farrell, Lorraine Knibbs, Emre Konuk, Senel Karama, Asena Yurtsever, Sefa Kaya, Ana Gomez, Deany Laliotis,
Gary Quinn, Nacho Jarero, Judy Moench, Brurit Laub, Keren Mintz Malchi, Catherine Butler, Roger Solomon,
and Elan Shapiro for the resources you have contributed to this book.
I would like to acknowledge the extraordinary work of Lew Rossi for creating the cover and layout design for this
work. Lew, I don’t know what I would have done without you during the publishing of this book and the other
editions you have helped me see to fruition. ank you.
I would also like to thank our friends, family and patients who were so concerned about our wellbeing and let
us know through their emails, texts and phone calls of their love, support and prayers (in no particular order):
Herb, Steve, Diane, Bob H., Isabel, Robbie, Arlene G, Phyllis K., Margie, Bob G., Mona, Liz, Amy, Marlena,
Uri, Shelley, Ron, Jim, Dan, Doreen, Dirk, Sushma, Deany, Arlene S., Jodi, Larry, Joann, Lew, Eran, Udi, Elan,
Isabelle, Sheila, Harry, Miguel, Steve H., Irene F-H., Nacho, Lucy, Emre, Zeynep, Louise, Jay, Betty Lou, Bennet,
Zona, Barb, Irene, Aliki, Jack, Sheri Y., Maggie, Jim, Michael B., Siobhan, Annie T., Paul, Robert, Steve R., Debby,
Rosalie, Andre, Reyhana, Roger, Queenie, Catherine, Ana Lucia, Olivier, Ad, Renee, Rob, Andrea, Susan, Jorge,
Evelyn, Cinnie, Michael, Aaron, Abby, Maddie, Emmie, Scott B., Victoria, Sheila, Meryl L., Sheri S., Phyllis G.,
Jim, Bill, Joci, Louise, Susie, Jay, Robert, Les, Cathy, Karen, Anz, Steve H., Brad, Juliet, Jen, Lisa, Rosie, Joel,
Bobby, Bob R., Bob W., Je, Susan, Kazumi, Dennis, Marybeth, Donny, Diane, Carol, Hank, Bill, Victor, AJ,
Arne, Michael H., Richard, Emily, Judi, David, Roz, Hillary, Lindy, Virginia, Cory, Victor, Rise, and Matt. ank
you, it is only through the bright light that you oered during this dark time that we found our way back.
To Henry Raymar Luber, our sweet miniature schnauzer, who endured the disruption of his routine with some
confusion but inevitably adapted in his usual endearing and intrepid style.
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