Madhvi Aya worked in the emergency room of a Brooklyn hospital. He contracted COVID-19 and his body did not resist the onslaught of the fatal virus. She was isolated for a month without her husband or daughter being able to shake or fire her.
An imperceptible oversight, or the intriguing and mysterious path that the Sars-CoV-2 coronavirus travels to enter the body, were fatal for Madhvi Aya , a 61-year-old nurse from Brooklyn, New York , who died at the forefront of the battle. that it is fought against the deadly infectious disease born in Wuhan , China last November and that was declared a pandemic in the first days of March . For weeks she relentlessly fought the strain that ravages the world but especially in her city, which saw her leave.
She lay in a bed at Woodhull Medical Center for a month. He knew, better than anyone else, what COVID-19 was doing to his body. To your muscles, organs, humanity. There, in the first weeks of March, he began to understand the extent of the disease. He was the one who, in the emergency room, received patients with different symptoms, ordered tests and had the primary treatments available until referring them to a doctor. It was, graphically, in the first trench .
Born in India, Madhvi moved to the United States in 1994. There she raised her family: her husband Raj and their 18-year-old daughter, Minnoli . They lived on Long Island , but like hundreds of thousands of relatives around the planet, they could not visit it. He spent the last month of agony alone, in an isolated bed at the hospital where he worked for decades. But he kept them informed: he used his phone to send them messages. In them he described the deep chest pains he had. ” Not better the way it should, ” she wrote to her husband on March 23, as The New York Times reconstructed.
But as the disease progressed in her, her texts became more sporadic, not so frequent. Her family despaired. It was a clear sign that something was wrong. That her body was no longer responding to medications and that her life was going out. Slowly. Minnoli wrote desperately , full of energy. With his fingers full of love and wet with tears that flowed without possible containment from his eyes. It was the last time Madhvi answered him . It was March 25.
– Good morning, Mommy! It is a new day! I’m still praying for you to come home and me safe. I need my mommy. I need you to come back to me. You are the only one who understands me or tries to understand me. And I can’t live without you. None of us can live without you. I trust you, please defend yourself. Don’t give up because I don’t give up. You are very strong, mommy. I love you much more than you can imagine.
– I love you. Mom will be back .
Hours later, Madhvi’s heart said enough.
That of the Brooklyn medical assistant is one of hundreds and thousands of cases around the world of health professionals who perish in the attempt to save lives. The woman had had her first symptoms and had been quarantined at home until a few days later her health worsened . “ She was always there for us, for whatever we needed. But when he got sick, none of us were by his side , ” Raj said .
The fear of medical personnel
Health personnel in New York , the epicenter of the coronavirus epidemic in the United States , face long hours of work and a shortage of protective equipment. And as infections are increasing, many fear for their own safety. The same week the United States became the new focus of the pandemic – with more than 100,000 confirmed cases of infection and more than 1,500 deaths – Kious Kelly , a 44-year-old nurse at a Manhattan hospital , succumbed to COVID -19 .
” There is a sense of hopelessness and also solidarity between us, ” says Diana Torres, a 33-year-old nurse and Kelly’s former colleague. ” Everyone is afraid, we try to support each other .” His rehabilitation unit is not, however, the most exposed to the virus, which as of Friday night had left 366 deaths and infected more than 25,000 people in New York City.
” This has been a severe blow to all of us, ” said Robert Chin , director of the emergency department at Woodhull Medical Center where Madhvi had been working since 2008, in an internal email on April 1, asking for donations to help his family. Minnoli’s feelings fluctuate between discomfort, crying, anger and memory. ” I just want to be able to hug her and tell me everything is going to be fine, ” she told The New York Times.