I’m Risking My Life to Save Your Grandparents, but I Could Get Deported Any Day SCOTUS is expected to rule on DACA soon. As a health care worker, I’m only essential until I’m forced to leave the country. When I read the recent news about the rising death toll in nursing homes due to COVID-19, I felt my blood freeze. I’m a medication aide in an Alzheimer’s ward in Hutchinson, Kansas. I make sure my 28 patients take their pills on time and—drawing on the skills I’ve learned in my second job as a mental health case manager—do whatever I can to keep them smiling. We’ve been on lockdown since March 30. Since family members can’t visit, my patients are scared and lonely. Many have started asking me to call them Grandma or Grandpa, a little crumb of comfort at a time when the world around them is going crazy. I’m happy to be their adopted granddaughter. It eases the pain of scrubbing my hands until they’re raw and the anxiety that I could infect my beautiful family, including my husband and 3-year-old daughter. It also makes me happy to know that I’m appreciated here in Hutchinson, because right now I’ve got an added stress: The U.S. government wants to deport me. | |