As a 94-year-old retired doctor, I want people to understand the toll the pandemic has taken on seniors. A report from the Kaiser Family Foundation in California reported that 53% of people with prolonged pandemic exposure are depressed. I would guess it's more like 99% for those of us in senior communities.
Prior to the pandemic, our senior community had an atmosphere of joyful living that was focused on bringing people together and keeping us active and connected. The highlight of my week was a guitar lesson when my teacher came and we played together for 45 minutes. We had lectures, games, concerts, art and craft classes, and travel talks from people who had traveled all over the world, some by residents living in Charter House, the community where my wife and I live.
Since the pandemic hit, we have been locked in our individual apartments, wearing face masks whenever we go into the hallways or elevators. Food, packages and library books are brought to our apartments. No friends or relatives are allowed into the building unless a family member here is actively dying.
The toll on seniors is great. For these last months all activities have been canceled. Those who care for seniors have been heroic, and the administration in Charter House has done everything they can to keep us safe, and for that we feel very lucky. But it is easy to forget society's elders, especially when we are locked away in our rooms.
To those people who do not want to be inconvenienced by masks or feel compelled to congregate in large groups, I want you to understand that this virus has upended our lives. There is no way to minimize the isolation and psychological fear we live with daily: Will we ever be able to enjoy visits from our children and grandchildren? Will we live to see our great-grandchildren born during the pandemic? Will we be too old and infirm to enjoy the post-pandemic life in Charter House? Statistics show that the majority of deaths are those who are elderly and over 80 in nursing and senior living communities. The term we have for our community is "God's Waiting Room," and as each day goes by, we live with the realization that death could take us at any time.
David Dines, Rochester, Minn.
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Just when you think President Donald Trump's notoriously bad handling of the COVID-19 pandemic can't get any worse, it does. While his touting off-label use of an approved anti-malarial was bad enough, now he and the MyPillow guy are pushing a snake oil cure that isn't just potentially ineffective, it's lethal. Oleander grew wild in the New Orleans neighborhood where I grew up, and I was taught at a very early age not to even touch the stuff, because it's that poisonous. It's only a matter of time before somebody dies from eating it, just like that couple in Arizona where the wife got sick and the husband died from ingesting fish tank cleaner because it said "chloroquine" on the label.
Matt Butts, St. Louis Park
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Keep up the complaining, everyone
Yes, Virginia, you might still be able to mail a letter to Santa Claus because Americans complained to Congress. (Thank you, America.)
However, it now remains a question whether the U.S. Postal Service will reinstate the mail-sorting machines that were recently removed. (Americans must still keep contacting Congress to pressure the U.S. Postal Service.)