A long road
The biggest tragedy of all is that surviving Ebola is only the start of a long, troubled journey. An indiscriminate disease that respects no social, educational or economic boundaries and is spread through the most natural of human tendencies - touch - can wipe out entire families and does so without compassion. Those you love most, those you hold and kiss, those you care for when they are dying - they are the ones who make you sick, as you then cause your own husband, wife, children and neighbours to run the Ebola gauntlet. To endure weeks in an Ebola Treatment Centre (ETC) cared for by people with faces you can't see; watching people die around you. To survive the humiliating, incessant diarrhoea, the weeks of rehydration therapy, the days of waiting and waiting for that negative Ebola test, to be finally discharged and find out that your children didn't make it; that your parents are both dead; that you are the sole responsible survivor left to care for your brothers and ...