They say my life doesn’t matter

A young woman who battled COVID-19 pleads with Americans to come together in a response to its devastating effects.

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Opinion

April 30, 2020 - 10:35 AM

A group on the steps of the Michigan Capital in Lansing protest some of Gov. Gretchen Whitmer's new executive orders on April 15, 2020.Photo by Daniel Mears/ The Detroit News/TNS

As the streets of Hartford, Conn., filled with people, I lay in a hospital bed, forcing myself to breathe.

In, out. I told myself. In, out.

I tried to keep time with a monitor beeping at my side, and every so often, I called for a nurse’s help. Two hours had gone by without anyone checking on me, but the hallways were crammed with patients. People lay, masked and still, in the middle of the COVID-19 section of the emergency room at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan. No one could hear me. Though I had been sick with COVID-19 for nearly a month, the virus had recently taken a turn, attacking my lungs and my body in an entirely new way.

In, out. I thought. In, out.

Still, I was better off than thousands who had come before me and the thousands who will come after. The virus was making its way through my system, but I was OK, and I was going home. But the mask on my face made it hard to breathe, and I felt constricted with a pulse oximeter on my finger, a needle in my hand and a blood pressure band on my arm.

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