When I was four my parents made the decision to leave their home country of Colombia and move to Raleigh, North Carolina. It wasn’t until many years later that I began to realize what a huge sacrifice that was. My parents left all that they knew for my brother and I to have the opportunity to do whatever we wanted with our lives. My mother showered us with unconditional support and motivated us to live whatever lives we wanted to live. This meant she worked from the bottom up, dawn to dusk, this meant coming to a country that we were undocumented in for some time. This decision, while terrifying for her, meant that I would get to travel, to question what I want to do. It meant that I was to have privilege.
When I got sick with lyme I began to question and resent the why. Why was I given this battle, why my family, haven’t we been through enough? What about all the other people who don’t have the resources to treat this disease? All those questions looming over me were the most difficult to process, and I’ve realized that part of my 'why' came from the selfishness that nobody wants to be the one with a chronic disease or any disease, and the denial...Read More