Hi Liz. I have type 2 diabetes, and I live with a gnawing dread that Covid-19 is going to be the end of me. I have two young boys who need me and I fear that I won't be with them much longer.

I keep telling myself that whatever happens will be just as it should, and I have been surprised at how much comfort I have drawn from that thought.

If I don't survive the pandemic--if Covid-19 and diabetes prove too lethal to overcome--then the world will keep turning, my sons will find their place, and everything will be just as it should. That's the faith I'm clinging to despite my fears, and it does lend me strength.

It's good to know that someone else is coping with the pandemic in a similar fashion--it makes me feel less crazy.

Thank you!