And just like that, life as we knew it has completely shifted.
Social distancing measures — enacted to keep COVID-19, the deadly disease caused by a novel coronavirus — have shut down our schools and entertainment venues, forced restaurants to stop all in-person dining services, and canceled longstanding events that bring people together as a community such as Camas’ First Friday and the annual Crown Park Easter egg hunt.
Instead of celebrating together, we are asked to keep our distance from other people as much as possible in an attempt to keep this new virus — a virus thought to have jumped from a bat to a human as early as mid-November in China; a virus to which no human has developed an immunity; a virus with no vaccine or known course of treatment; a virus that has been killing older people and those with underlying health conditions at a rate 10 times greater than any seasonal flu — from spreading so rapidly it overwhelms our healthcare system.
I am writing this editorial from Vero Beach, Florida. My daughter and I flew into the Sunshine State to visit relatives. When we left, the guidelines from the federal and most state health officials were still concentrating on at-risk populations, cautioning older people older than the age of 60 to avoid travel and large gatherings.
Two days after we landed in Florida, schools shut down for six weeks in Washington state. Two days after that, President Trump — who had been poo-pooing the coronavirus for weeks, telling people it was all under control, that it wasn’t as dangerous as the flu and that it would go away by April — was finally backing public health experts, who warned this virus was extremely deadly and fast-moving and likely to overwhelm our hospitals and healthcare workers if we didn’t heed social-distancing measures immediately.
Still, we’ve had family members tell us they think the coronavirus is no big deal. “It’s just a flu,” they say. “This is all being overblown.”