I had to take E for his H1N1 booster shot. We went to his PID office to get it. I was struck by what life was like just a year ago. We were just beginning to see the positive effects of the medicine that he takes to keep him alive. He was beginning to grow and all the yucky's on his head and over his body were clearing. The strange rashes and spots were clearing and he was beginning to look and feel like a little kid again.
I was having a conversation about HIV/AIDS the other night. Trying to explain the issue with lack of meds and fear of disclosure in so many places. How mothers and children die every day because they do not have access to medicine or are afraid to find out about their status because of the terrible stigma.
Here in the U.S. if my child is sick I take them to the Dr or the hospital. In so many other countries mothers have to watch their children die because they do not have access to simple medications or basic health care. I was reading a blog today of an adoptive family in another country to pick up their daughter. She's in the hospital in that country. Something she said struck a chord in me.
The facilities just aren't the same there as here. N was very sick when he was brought into his care center and E got sick while there. It's a miracle they both lived. All those medical things we take for granted aren't even a possibility in so many places.
So, today. I am thankful for medicine. Thankful for the meds that keep our E alive. Those that healed N.
My heart hurts for those that don't have them when they need them.