My grandmother died nearly a decade before I was born.
My uncle suffered from amental health conditionthat remained undiagnosed and untreated until his untimelyand avoidabledeath.
They were just kids, but they would never see their homeland again.
A year later, my grandmother joined them.
My grandmother never recovered; as family lore goes, she refused to celebrate another a birthday or holiday.
My mother is now sixty-eight years old.
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Over the past year, she has grown uncharacteristically weak and frail.
Im not used to going to the doctor.
My sister and I are stunned by this.
We grew up with braces and annual check-ups.
Why didnt your mother take you to the doctor?
Its Amazing How Its All Connected.
Maybe we didnt havemedical insurance?
How am I supposed to know?
I was just a kid, she says.
My sister and I are stunned by this.
We grew up with braces and annual check-ups.
Researching access to healthcare in Latinx communities, I begin to get a better understanding of how this happened.
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