I kinda wanted to chime in with my perspective on the whole thing, as a plus-size person who got COVID at the exact same time as Grace. I'm also the same age as her and roughly the same size. I don't have any kids or dependents.
Having COVID was terrifying. Not being able to breathe was horrible. Dealing with all of the symptoms whilst also knowing that I was statistically very likely to end up on a ventilator because of my size was even worse. There was a point where my breathing got really bad and I thought shit, this is it.
3 months on, I'm being investigated for heart problems. Prior to getting COVID I was one of those extremely lucky fat people that genuinely had no metabolic issues. Yes, I was fat (still am) and that caused knee problems and put me at higher risk for things, but all of my metabolic shit was pretty perfect. No indicators of any impending illnesses, just a general sense that if I stayed at that size I'd reach that point eventually. And well, now I've got a weird heart. It's not completely fucked, and Doctors are confident that it will get better as time passes, but it's put the fear of God in me.
I had an extremely lucky escape with COVID. I should have been in the same position as Grace, but I wasn't. As soon as I was well enough to start actively trying to lose weight, I did. I've lost over a stone just through changing my eating habits. Hopefully, I'll get the all-clear to join a gym when they reopen. I've struggled with my weight since I was a teenager, and falling into HAES was so easy and validating. But I can't be that person anymore. I can't almost deliberately keep myself at a weight that makes me more likely to die. I can't do that to myself, or my loved ones, and I'm not even a parent yet.
I know COVID affects everyone differently, but I also know that being obese is a proven risk factor. It's also one of the only risk factors that you have complete control over.
This won't be the world's last pandemic, but I want to know that when the next one comes, I got myself out of the high-risk category. I hope that Grace fully appreciates the hard work of the NHS staff and the sheer dumb luck that went into her survival. I hope that she lives a long, full life with her family and baby boy. I hope that she does everything she can so that this never happens again. I hope this has given her a fresh perspective, and that it helps her look after herself. I hope that she sees taking responsibility for her health as the ultimate act of self-care.
Maybe this post was a bit of a ramble, but I wanted to share my story as someone who is a lot like Grace in many ways. I wish her nothing but the best and nothing but good vibes.