Tb
Hi!
Today I want to tell my story. It all started in October 2025 when I had a persistent cough and a strange fatigue.
At that time, I worked in customer service and thought it was just the workload and stress of that job.
Days passed, and I went to the health center myself, to the tuberculosis unit.
With fear and without knowing how this would change my life, I did it. I left my first sample, and the next day I went back to leave the second. Then, the nurse called me aside and said, "Wait! Are you [name]?" "Yes..." "You have TB." I felt like something inside me wanted to die, or the news was so shocking that I cried buckets, as if I had a premonition of everything that would happen months later.
was one of the most stressful days of my life. I had to run around everywhere, and I didn't know what to feel or say. I was just like a zombie, doing what they asked me to do.
Until they told me what type of TB I have: MDR pulmonary TB.
Once again, a part of me was in shock. I had to talk and tell the people close to me what I had. It wasn't easy because I had to give explanations and process the reactions. They weren't always the best, but some were.
Initially, I was supposed to have a six-month treatment, but I had a skin allergy.
It was so severe that I went to the emergency room three times. I spent entire days without sleeping because of the allergy.
This text is turning into a giant sheet of paper.
Little by little, I lost things, now I see them as losses, though I don't know if that's the case... My job, my health, keeping quiet about friends, my income.
Carrying the weight of a relationship—if you can even call it that—that wasn't very healthy or sincere.
The point of all this is that this disease shook everything, from the time I thought I was recovering to the bonds I considered important to me. I still have some questions about why all of this is happening.
I know there are people who experience more serious physical ailments or complications from this illness.
And now I'm here, sharing a little of what I went through and am still going through because I'm still in treatment, after an initial failed attempt.
My treatment started on February 28th, and I've been on medication for almost two and a half months now. During this time, I've gone through some complicated emotional situations that I'm still healing from.
I'm writing this so that if anyone is going through a similar situation to mine, you're not alone on this journey.
I know it's not easy taking such a large number of pills or dealing with the side effects they produce. It's difficult, and there are probably people who don't fully understand what you're going through because they don't live with you or see you regularly, because they simply aren't you.
However, you are not alone <3
Remember that every day when you wake up, at dawn and dusk.
I even thought that myself, but I believe there's a future where we're needed and where we're indispensable. It's just that right now everything isn't so clear. Perhaps one day we'll talk about this without feeling shame or tears in our eyes.
Surround yourself with positive people, with connections that truly nourish you. Or maybe you think you don't have someone like that in your life, but from here I'm sending you a big, long, and above all, sincere hug.
I hope that all of us going through this stage emerge healthy and comforted, that it becomes just another experience in our lives, and that we can breathe without any pain. I'm sharing this anecdote so you can find a little strength in these lines and see that there are people who wish you a speedy recovery and hope you shine again. Perhaps these words will also give me the strength I often need.
P.S. This text was written with the help of a translator. If you see any spelling mistakes, just ignore them.
P.S. 2: It might sound cheesy, don't judge me.