Dr. Kass spent 24 hours in the emergency room that weekend. At some point the hours all began to bleed together as she rushed between patients. She took people’s vitals, listened for wheezing and looked for evidence of pneumonia, and offered words of comfort to others in a panic. She was careful to wear gloves, an N-95 mask and goggles. No patients coughed on her directly, and she got home figuring she was safe from infection, for now.
That Monday, Dr. Kass woke up with a jolt of pain shooting up her back. Her whole body felt heavy, fatigued. “Wow, am I so out of shape I can’t work two shifts in a row?” she wondered. She noticed, too, that her senses were blunted; a cup of coffee tasted like water. But she pressed ahead with her day — she had patients to see virtually, using telemedicine, many of them showing coronavirus symptoms, and she didn’t want to cancel.
The next day, Dr. Kass developed a hacking cough. It grew worse by the hour, and her breath began to quicken. Even the thought of walking up a flight of stairs was exhausting; the idea of cycling, as she normally does, was “unfathomable.” She did a telemedicine visit to urgent care and was told to get tested for the virus. Her results came back that Thursday night: positive, Covid-19.
Last week, Dr. Kass moved into the Four Seasons hotel, in midtown Manhattan, which is offering free accommodations for medical personnel. After her house was cleaned and sanitized, her kids came home on Friday to Brooklyn.
This Sunday, three weeks after her initial exposure in the emergency room, Dr. Kass returned for her first shift post-infection. Three hours into that shift, she got a call with good news: Her antibody test showed she was immune and eligible to donate plasma for Covid-19 clinical trials, which are testing whether blood transfusions from recovered Covid-19 patients can be used for treatment of the disease.
Now, mingled with her relief, Dr. Kass feels a sense of urgent purpose. “Because I’m immune, I feel like I have a sense of responsibility,” she said. “I feel empowered by my own antibodies.”
‘Thanking God for My Breath’: Dispatch From New York’s Frontline