Lining up to take my life

Botched attempts at maintaining an effective lockdown, imposing restrictions on one area, whilst people simply moved to another, less restrained locality, have led to the inhumainity of depending on herd immunity.

For this to work, about 80% of the population needs to be immune, by way of vaccines or gaining natural immunity from the disease itself. Then, of course, there will be a degree of "collateral damage" (that's us).

Before these vaccines were available, I had accepted my death was inevitable, said my goodbyes and got my affairs in order.

There is a real, human cost to every life lost.

In this age of throwaway culture, is it too much to ask of my fellow man, that he spare a thought for those who have done nothing to endanger themselves; that they may get a chance to live?

Does it not seem a little harsh telling us our lives are meaningless and we are of lesser value due to a genetic, lifelong condition?

You may not have seen much of us lately, as many have been advised to self isolate.

We don't expect you to go out of your way to protect us. All we ask is to remember, we are REAL people. People you created memories with. People who were always there for you.

Don't throw us away.

An unpleasant, yet undeniable reality, is the twisted way this disease can turn you into a killer.

During the incubation period, or as an asymptomatic patient, more than possibly, it's the probability, that we may infected the people around us who we love and care for most.

If someone with a depleted immune system is infected, pneumonia will quickly jump on board with all the other deadly conditions that will lead to their lonely demise, gasping for air. A terrible thought for them and you.

I only mention it because the guy who accidentally killed my aunt, hanged himself rather than live with it.