La epopeya por la vida.

It all began in the grim and dark end of 2019, when the horrifying Wuhan pandemic started, with the first cases of a devastating disease that took the lives of many and left others damaged. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, with my idealistic vision, I was practicing my beloved profession as an otolaryngologist. After witnessing the healthcare disaster in Asian and European countries and knowing that there was no effective treatment or cure for this devastating disease, I made the decision to continue helping my patients, friends, and colleagues during this epidemic.

With the full support of my wife and children, after explaining to them the monstrous nature of the illness, I embarked on this new and dangerous adventure to assist my friends, patients, family, and strangers in battling this gruesome affliction.

Initially, the most important thing was to educate myself. I searched prestigious medical journals from around the world, finding multiple approaches to address the disease, from official sources to dissident perspectives. I always relied on evidence-based medicine and the advice of internationally and nationally renowned physicians. With this knowledge, I was able to develop an effective treatment plan, yielding better results each day.

I still remember with affection and anguish the use of isolation suits, goggles, and masks to prevent direct contact with patients’ secretions. It felt like entering an individual sauna every day for hours while attending to patients. For over eighteen months, the repetitive routine and daily disinfection rituals governed my life during the pandemic. Despite all precautions, I succumbed to mild to moderate COVID two or three times during the first two years. Unfortunately, some of my friends, patients, and medical colleagues contracted the disease, experiencing complications or the dreaded cytokine storm that resulted in fatal outcomes for some. This was when I had my first direct encounter with the deaths of loved ones.

I still remember the isolation suits and the heat generated by the plastic, as well as the special masks and filtered respirators we used for over 18 months. It felt like being in a sauna.