It is critical I keep my stress levels low to keep my condition from worsening. Kung fu, a largely spiritual practice, has been a key part of my recovery, as it promotes peace of mind and discipline.
We didn’t walk far when he stopped, sat down on the ground, and complained about his stomach again. I went from skeptical to worried in a second; he had never stopped me like this before.
With many of the initial COVID-19 cases, patients did not receive humane treatment because panic and dread took over. One can judge and say the medical teams involved are bad, neglectful people; however, fear blinded them.
We are going to die; that is obvious. The certainty of death invites me to a task related to life; to live better. Death is a great advisor, calling us to live in the present.
With no other options, I took to the streets with a homemade sign, offering virtual English classes for 15 pesos (75 cents) an hour to generate some income. I couldn’t imagine where that act would lead me.
The second wave of COVID-19 had devastated the country. It seemed to kill almost everyone who caught the virus. I was frightened and feared the worst.
His fight goes beyond the vaccine. He struggles to leave a legacy. He wants to show everybody that they must treat people with diseases like his.
I wanted to make a difference, so no one else dies from a lack of oxygen, lack of empathy, or lack of timely healthcare.
I want to make visible the death of so many children, babies, and young adults so that there are no more invisible victims.
Not taking antiretroviral medicines means I have given HIV the chance to multiply the deadly virus in my body and further weaken my immunity.
I left everything behind and potentially exposed myself to the virus to bring food to those who most need it.
We looked like doctors from the movies: covered head-to-toe in protective equipment as we walked into the unknown.