I swallowed down the revulsion I was feeling and walked down the next street. I saw a place with many people. I walked into their midst and went on my knees.

I begged. I cried. I screamed for some dollars.

Some were kind enough to help me. Others thought I just escaped a medical asylum and drove me away like rotten food. I kept my head up high, and I didn't stop, but it just wasn't enough. In the end, it couldn't even buy one drug, let alone several drugs that were prescribed. I ...