It was mid-April when the Covid wave hit us and hit us hard. I was the first one to fall – scared for my family, I immediately went into self-quarantine mode. However, despite all the efforts it became evident that my wife and the little one may have fallen victim to the dreaded virus. The RT PCR tests confirmed this some days later. With all of us down, my brother flew in immediately to take care of us. As all of us were covid positive, I moved back with my wife and kid. While they were stable, with each passing day it was becoming clear that I was not. My sister-in-law, who is a doctor, had got some tests and CT scan done and the results were not encouraging. My blood oxygen levels had started to dip and she also decided to fly in as the results made her worried. I had to keep a brave face but knew that people were working in the background. My brother was trying to arrange oxygen cylinder for me in case of eventuality. Remember, these were the days when oxygen w...