On the seventh night, they got some help: 11 ounces of gold-colored liquid from the veins of a stranger. A man who'd fought the same enemy and won.
It started the last week of March, when Rathel's 19-year-old son got sick. He'd been delivering pizza, and it seems he brought the virus home. Rathel's two daughters got sick, as did his wife, Stacie Rathel. Kevin Rathel was sickest of all. By Thursday, April 2, he couldn't go upstairs without stopping to catch his breath.
Stacie took him to the hospital, where his condition kept getting worse. Kevin is 52, with no underlying health conditions. On Saturday morning, Stacie got a phone call. They were inducing a coma and putting him on a ventilator.
After the shock wore off, Stacie remembered something she'd read a few weeks earlier. Some patients had improved
after receiving blood plasma from others who had recovered from Covid-19. She asked about it, and Dr. Satya Mukkera, the hospital's director of critical care, agreed to give it a try. Because it's still an investigational treatment
, the hospital needed permission from the FDA. They got it within hours. Now they just needed the plasma.
Rathel's son wanted to donate, but he was ruled out because he'd never been tested for the virus. Stacie was still recovering, so she wasn't eligible. A family friend named John Stemberger took up the search. Rathel's condition deteriorated. One doctor told his wife, "He is the sickest patient we have."
As Stemberger worked his connections, he got a text about an unrelated matter from someone he knew down in Stuart. Stemberger said it wasn't a good time. He was looking for a plasma donor, because his friend was dying, and the donor had to meet all these requirements. A positive lab test for Covid-19. A compatible blood type. A full recovery from the disease, and so forth. He said he was looking for a needle in a haystack.