The first time I returned to Bangui, I felt poorly throughout the trip along the road, but after a certain amount of time, the discomfort went away.
At this time, my stock of medications to treat my tuberculosis is exhausted, I don’t have medication. I am still waiting patiently for the medicine; the doctors promised that they would arrive in February. I hope that God will lend me the force to keep fighting until then. But I would also like to ask the doctors, since I do not have any medicine anymore, whether I will have to stay in this state until it arrives?
I feel well with my family as everybody accepts me. The only constraining factor is that every time somebody wants to get close to me to speak to me or to feed me, I always have to cover my mouth with a mask before speaking to them, even to accompany visitors.
It doesn’t bother me to do this since everybody accepts my way of life; nobody is trying to make fun of me or to offend me.
I don’t feel like I am different from my other family members as the tuberculosis is a passing illness like many other illnesses, I hope to get well one day and to return to my old life and my old activities. What I would like to tell my close ones is to always knock on my door before entering, so that I can wear my mouth mask as a precaution. I advise them to do so often.
I would like to spend time with my children and to play with them like before, but they are scared of my emaciated state as well as the mask I wear on my mouth. They are always outside and if I need anything, I call them so that they can bring it to me.
I don’t mind the situation, because I know it is because of the sickness, it’s not their fault and I also have to protect them from the illness.