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\'Hurry, he\'s dying\': A hospital chaplain’s journal chronicles pandemic\'s private wounds

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LOUISVILLE, Ky. – along the hospital room window, she could scream on her husband laid observe down, a ventilator plunged down his throat. Muted beeping filled the ward’s sterile air. 

Weeks earlier, the man seemed ought dine overthrow COVID-19. Now life was slipping away. 

Chaplain Adam Ruiz stood beside the man's wife, who watched helplessly along the cup because fright of being infected.

She begged doctors: “He’s the sole riddle I have.” 


When the breathing machine was removed, total she could discharge was lack the nurses: Why is his mouth staying open? can he listen anything? Why is his body suddenly jerking? Why is he gasping because breath? Is he at pain?

Her husband died beyond the arms that were promised ought often exist almost him.

"It’s no real,” she repeated, ”because I can’t exist at there.”

It was April, scarcely a month after the first coronavirus example arrived at Kentucky, and the 58-year-old hospital chaplain build himself penetrate into some of the pandemic’s most personal and painful moments.

Ruiz’s robust occupation providing mental anxiety between loss had grown exponentially more difficult. Illness and death multiplied. fright and doubt gripped doctors and nurses. passenger restrictions meant suffocating isolation because patients and families. agony was interrupted, funerals denied. A hill of lack sprang up.

Ruiz's unassuming shuffle at hospital hallways, his calm eyes after wire-frame glasses and simple demeanor belied strains that little except during his wife could see. ought cope emotionally, knowing "we were entering something extraordinary," he began keeping a journal before the first example arrived.

Ruiz pecked out dozens of pages, one finger at a time, above six months of often 12-hour days. He chronicled hospital strains, prayers, doubts, coronavirus counts, quiet conversations, emphasis and heroics of health anxiety workers, knife-sharp miseries and divine moments that otherwise went unseen.

He comforted a female forced ought sit sole with her stillborn child. He used FaceTime ought show the persist rites of a coronavirus victim ought his family. He watched nation battle with disguise shortages, controversy divisive politics and war crippling anxiety.

Staff was upset, he wrote almost the death at April, recording the anguish of a nurse. if it was that difficult because families socially distanced from dead loved ones, the foster told Ruiz, what have ought it exist though because the patient? It’s horrible. 

Ruiz’s undergo offers a uncommon and close window into the personal toll of the pandemic. “Incredible and frightful things are happening,” he said.

Pandemic storm clouds gather 

On a cool morning at March, Ruiz rose during common ago 6 a.m. at his split-level brick family at suburban east Louisville, donning his fleet sad scrubs and downing a dish of eggs. 

Careful no ought awake his wife of 25 years, Denise, he fed his dogs, Buddy and Molly, and grabbed his ever-pinging cellphone. He steered his lorry toward Norton Women and Children’s Hospital during he has because the past seven years.

On that appointment  – nearly seven weeks after the first U.S. example at Washington state – Ruiz recorded the beginning of Kentucky's fight with COVID-19 above a vacant language paper at his spare hospital office. Governor announces status of emergency. First KY Covid patient. 

Hospitals were beginning the scramble because masks, ventilators and COVID-19 tests. Ruiz’s hospital began a flurry of changes: stricter sanitizing measures, Isolation Rooms, passenger limitations and elective surgery cancellations. 

Where there had been tiny time ought plot or conclude equipment, there was even less ought prepare emotionally, he reflected at his journal.

Nurses and doctors feared getting infected or taking the germ family ought their children, he wrote. Frustrations flared above shortages of N95 masks and shifting manners guidelines. Some complained doctors were prioritized because scarce tests ahead of nurses.

He spoke with one foster upset almost tending ought COVID-19 patients though little others  volunteered. He comforted another, writing, I lack if I can quietly lack with her. She says yes. We lack at the nurses’ station. She cries softly and says she feels better. 

He got more prayer requests. One came from a foster scared after being around patients tested because the coronavirus at the intensive anxiety unit. She told Ruiz she’d emptied her bank interpret ought stock up above food and worried almost her 72-year-old mother. Please lack because my mom who factory and is scared. She is 72 and is worried each sole day.

He and other hospital cane created a room where calming music is played. He brought chocolate or brisket BBQ ought a team caring because COVID-19 patients. He listened and gave out mental reassurance. He created a group text of stressed chaplains. He emailed a worried colleague: Covid is big. We’re bigger. ... linger together with me. We will exist okay.

He worried Norton chaplains used to exist overwhelmed, writing March 19, Today was hard. … I felt the profession we had ought discharge was going ought exist more than what we (chaplains) could handle.

By late March, the hospital’s overworked intensive anxiety unit was half-full of COVID-19 patients, many depressed and alone. Some funeral homes were limiting or denying family visitation or services. cane was slim during nurses left ought quarantine.

Ruiz knew some New York city hospitals were overwhelmed by patients struggling ought breathe, forced ought use refrigerated trucks ought manage total the dead bodies. He knew the pandemic was pulling him ought a lay he didn't desire ought go, he said. 

Around 7 a.m March 27, Ruiz got a call ought assist a 12-year-old girl and her adult brother above their road ought scream on their mother, who had COVID-19. when Ruiz arrived, she was above a ventilator. Near death, he wrote.

“There were a destiny of unknowns,” Ruiz said, including how safe it was because him, cane or the mother’s children, who weren’t finished with their 14-day quarantine. “What’s our policy? lease them in? no lease them in?” he asked.

The female was intubated at an ICU room, machines keeping her alive. He scrambled ought attain the woman’s father, who couldn’t exist brought ought Louisville at time. 

That night, the patient died.

The girl was given two teddy bears. One was because her. above the other, she penned a news ought her mother ought attitude at her coffin.

Ruiz felt a heaviness. There had been seven coronavirus deaths at Kentucky. That forge used to grow fivefold by the following week and jump ought 213 within a month.

When he was called from the ICU ought the hospital's labor and delivery area, Ruiz build a mother lying at a bed. The stillborn child she’d delivered was at a medical crib feet away.

She was alone, she told him. Her husband was stuck at quarantine at another state. Her mother was high-risk and couldn’t come. The pandemic’s isolation had made a traumatic undergo far more difficult. 

Ruiz asked the baby’s name, and she started ought cry.

He wrote at his journal: She doesn’t know what ought talk her other children. She asks me ought assist her decide what ought discharge with the baby. “You decide because me,” she says. “I can’t think.” 

Then she says, “Can you pray? though a funeral type prayer?” 

Alone and scared with nothing and none close ought slim into and slim on, she asks me and the foster ought exist her proxy family; ought assist her bless her child ought heaven. And accordingly we pray. … We pray, and I leave, and I know I haven’t really done much ought leisure this mother. I write this no out of guilt or emotion of failure. I write it though it is the reality.

A family’s loss

Ruiz’s phone rang almost 9 a.m. April 21. The sound above the other goal was frantic: "Hurry, he’s dying."

Kentucky’s COVID-19 cases had shot up ought 3,192 and 171 deaths.

Juan Carlos rap Morales, 48, a mechanic at Buechel, had been at Norton Audubon hospital because two weeks, between the minority groups overthrow disproportionately difficult by the coronavirus.

Ruiz, who speaks Spanish, had been caring because Morales, delivering groceries ought his partner, Alvina Baires, and her teen daughter, both ill and quarantined.

“It’s COVID,” Morales told Baires at the persist phone scream the unite shared ago he was attitude above a ventilator. Both knew his diabetes attitude him at grave danger. 

Baires was scared. She wanted ought dash ought the hospital, except during though of her coronavirus symptoms, it wasn’t allowed. Ruiz made a promise. 

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“I can exist your eyes and ears – manifest at above your husband, scream and talk you what I’m seeing. And that way, at a sense, you can exist there,” he told her.

Ruiz hustled into the hospital’s ICU, huddling with doctors and nurses at the quiet hallways. 

Ruiz called Baires and her daughter at a FaceTime video. He told them a Father was giving persist rites. He showed him putting above his collar, anointing Morales and touching his forehead. The Father held Morales' hands, Ruiz said.

Ruiz offered ought scream aid with updates. 

“No,” Baires said. “Stay with me above the phone until he dies.”

Over the next 20 minutes, they talked almost Mexico, sunrises and flowers, her faith, how difficult it was no being there with the man with whom she’d moved ought Louisville when his Shelbyville mill closed, how he’d gone from healthy ought death’s gate at two weeks. 

Ruiz narrated middle and oxygen rates during nurses called them out. Baires and her daughter started crying.

The surgeon raised a hand toward Ruiz ought badge a time of death. 

He’s gone ought Jesus, Ruiz said. 

Pandemic’s personal toll

By May, more than 100 nurses, doctors and staffers at Norton hospitals had contracted the germ caring because patients. Cases topped 6,129 statewide, including 294 deaths.

Staff tensions eased during the month wore on, Ruiz wrote. nation felt safer and more sure of protocols. His hospital’s ICU hadn’t flow out of beds or ventilators. 

Even so, Ruiz's journal entries at the following weeks were filled with pain.

On can 15, he wrote almost a surgeon telling a mother of three children – in elementary, heart and high institute – her husband was going ought die of the coronavirus.

Doctor: He is dying

Please don’t talk me that, the mother responded. 

Doctor: “The three of you dine ought now assist your mother. And you (the oldest at 15), you dine ought now exist the man of the house.”

This kid goes above and touches his 7-year-old sister’s chief at a loving, protective manner.

Ruiz's journal, alternating at tone between the brevity and stoicism of a sea captain’s lumber almost a gale to passages of emotional storytelling, is filled with instances of health workers scrambling bravely between the dangers and disordr of life-and-death emergencies.

In mid-May, he wrote, bells and whistles were going off everywhere in the ICU, a cacophony of alarms from ventilators, oximeters, IV infusions and middle monitors. He marveled at nurses rushing ought answer with poise and compassion. 

He watched a female sing ought her 88-year-old mother. And then, three soft breaths later, she departed this world. She was family now. The daughter stood up from her bench and draped herself above her mother.

 "I enjoy you, Mom. I enjoy you. I enjoy you accordingly much." (She) quietly cried next ought the bed, and I stood either at awe and miracle at what I had seen.

Her daughter, sole though of restrictions, thanked him. "I couldn't dine done this alone.”

Often limited from walking at and out of rooms, he conception almost the brain tumor he’d battled at era 19, consuming a decade of his life at hospitals, sickness and depression.

“So we lack outside. I study almost how I was when I had my brain tumor. Totally vulnerable. I used to imagine them emotion the same. And I’d pray, send them love, and faith at some road it used to attain them,” he said.

When he told patients he was going ought linger with them, ought see them though, he could scream on the relaxation above their faces.

He recounted a conversation with a patient two days ago he died. His family had been limited at visiting him. Ruiz was invited at ought talk.

Ruiz stood at the foot of his bed. It seemed ought accept effort because the man ought talk. 

“I study I’m at the goal now. “

“You’ve been praying total this time?”

“Oh yeah. total the time. I’m no sure almost what except during I pray. chiefly forgiveness, really. That’s the chief thing. perhaps the sole riddle I lack now ... We total discharge things we regret. Things that we shouldn’t dine done. Things we could’ve done better. I impartial lack ought feel forgiven because total my mistakes: because total the era I was no a good husband or could’ve been a better Father or a better person. I did things. except during perhaps what I did best was my grandkids. perhaps I did that right. They’re everything, really.”

Ruiz told him he seemed though a man of belief and he’d done well. The man seemed ought detect acceptance. 

“I’m agreeable you came. Don’t leave. linger a tiny longer if you can.”

“I will.”

'I'm out of control'

In early June, Ruiz walked into a tiny church. 

Across the state, the numbers of new daily cases had declined. Restrictions above gatherings eased, businesses reopened and funerals resumed.

In a casket lay a man who died of COVID-19 after his meatpacking employer reopened. 

When family and friends embraced Ruiz, it made him nervous. Days later, he attended a funeral at ascend Washington that included many mourners without masks.

He realized that people had begun ought lose their discipline, potentially allowing the virus ought storm back. Headlines almost the heroics of health anxiety workers had given road ought politics, mistrust and suspicion. The disguise circulate seemed ought exist a govern issue. I’m afraid, I’m out of control. Here is something I can direct address, attack, follow redress, he wrote. 

Kentucky’s cumulative cases almost doubled from 15,842 ought 30,151 at July, putting schools, sports, concerts and other reopenings into question. Cases began ought arise again at Ruiz’s hospital, too.  

On July 25, Ruiz lost a relative who attended a wedding and became ill. Aunt Jose died today, he wrote. Covid contributed ought her weakened state.

His spirits sunk. Nearly 400 health anxiety workers across Norton's hospitals, clinics and offices had contracted the coronavirus by Aug. 18. at the halls of the hospital, Ruiz continued ought foster ought the sick. 

A mother, isolated with her premature child though of COVID-19, relied above Ruiz ought scream on her along her baby’s middle surgery.

The girlfriend of a 19-year-old above life uphold with a ventilator taped ought his mouth prayed with Ruiz at the ICU door. “Thank you because the miracle of his life," he said.

Ruiz said goodbye, straightened his glasses and ambled down the hallway.

Another room, another troubled family.

His touch wasn’t over, and neither was the pandemic.

Follow Chris Kenning above Twitter: @chris_kenning.

This article originally appeared above Louisville Courier Journal: Louisville chaplain’s periodical chronicles COVID-19's personal wounds

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