I hope that by telling you about my journey with TB during the last chaotic year. One can understand how difficult it is to deal with not only the disease itself, but how difficult it is to even find out what it is that’s making you feel tired and sick all the time. It took
I was born in the south of Kyrgyzstan, in the oil field workers’ town of Kochkor-Ata, we have quite a large oil field there. My mother raised me and my two sisters; my father passed away when I was five. After school, I went to Bishkek and enrolled in the Faculty of International Relations at
I am from Severodonetsk – this town is known for its nitrogen chemical plant. My parents worked there. As for me, I decided to follow my own path and after graduating from school I studied to be a plasterer. It was really interesting for me, but I never wanted to be a pilot or an
I now live in Poland and do not even want to remember what happened to me several years ago. I am from Kirovohrad, in Ukraine, and I am my parents’ only child. Following my father’s advice, I entered a medical college and became a paramedic. Then I worked as a school nurse and I liked
I come from a poor family. We lived in a region of Georgia bordering Azerbaijan. My parents survived by growing vegetables in their own garden. They did not have higher education or good jobs. They did not want my brother and I to have the same lives as them, so they did not let us
Tuberculosis changed my life dramatically. Although initially everything was going well. I was born in Yerevan into a family of a chauffeur. My mother was a teacher of Russian, and I had planned to follow in her footsteps, but in my third year at the Pedagogical Institute, I realized that I definitely did not want
I was born in the southern capital of Kyrgyzstan, in the city of Osh. My father worked for 40 years at a silk factory and my mother was a shop assistant. We have a big family – nine children, I am the youngest. I studied at an Uzbek school, but I did not manage to