These bugs come out at nighttime, and attacking victims, they silently kill or leave them with a lifelong infection

When Emiliana Rodriguez was a little girl, she recalls watching friends play a nighttime soccer match when one of the players abruptly died on the pitch.

Unaware of what had transpired, Rodriguez, a native of Bolivia, developed a phobia of the dark and the “monster”—the silent killer known as Chagas—that she had been told only appears at night.

Chagas disease is a unique sort of illness that is spread by nocturnal insects. It is also known as the “silent and silenced disease” that infects up to 8 million people annually, killing 12,000 people on average.

Emiliana Rodriguez, 42, discovered she had to live with Chagas, a “monster,” after relocating to Barcelona from Bolivia 27 years ago.

“Night is when the fear generally struck. I didn’t always sleep well,” she admitted. “I was worried that I wouldn’t wake up from my sleep.”

Rodriguez had specific tests when she was eight years old and expecting her first child, and the results indicated that she carried the Chagas gene. She recalled the passing of her buddy and remarked, “I was paralyzed with shock and remembered all those stories my relatives told me about people suddenly dying.” “I wondered, ‘What will happen to my baby?’”

Rodriguez was prescribed medicine, though, to prevent the parasite from vertically transmitting to her unborn child. After her daughter was born, she tested negative. Elvira Idalia Hernández Cuevas, 18, was unaware of the Mexican silent killer until her 18-year-old son was diagnosed with Chagas.

Idalia, an eighteen-year-old blood donor from her birthplace near Veracruz, Mexico, had a positive diagnosis for Chagas, a disease caused by triatomine bugs, often known as vampire or kissing bugs and bloodsucking parasites, when her sample was tested.

In an interview with the Guardian, Hernandez stated, “I started to research Chagas on the internet because I had never heard of it.” When I read that it was a silent murderer, I became really afraid. I had no idea where to go or what to do.

She is not alone in this; a lot of people are ignorant of the diseases that these unpleasant bugs can spread. The term Chagas originates from Carlos Ribeiro Justiniano Chagas, a Brazilian physician and researcher who made the discovery of the human case in 1909.

Over the past few decades, reports of the incidence of Chagas disease have been made in Europe, Japan, Australia, Latin America, and North America.

Kissing bugs are mostly found in rural or suburban low-income housing walls, where they are most active at night when humans are asleep. The insect bites an animal or person, then excretes on the skin of the victim. The victim may inadvertently scratch the area and sever the skin, or they may spread the excrement into their mouth or eyes. This is how the T. cruzi infection is disseminated.

The World Health Organization (WHO) estimates that between 6 and 7 million people worldwide—roughly 8 million people in Mexico, Central America, and South America—have Chagas disease; the majority of these individuals remain oblivious to their illness. These estimates are provided by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). The persistent infection might be fatal if untreated. According to the Guardian, Chagas disease kills over 12,000 people year, “more people in Latin America than any other parasite disease, including malaria.”

Despite the fact that these bugs have been found in the United States—nearly 300,000 people are infected—they are not thought to be endemic.

While some people never experience any symptoms, the CDC notes that 20 to 30 percent experience gastrointestinal or heart problems that can cause excruciating pain decades later.

Furthermore, only 10% of cases are detected globally, which makes prevention and treatment exceedingly challenging.

Hernández and her daughter Idalia went to see a number of doctors in search of assistance, but all were also uninformed about Chagas disease and its management. “I was taken aback, terrified, and depressed because I believed my kid was going to pass away. Above all, Hernandez stated, “I was more anxious because I was unable to locate any trustworthy information.”

Idalia finally got the care she required after receiving assistance from a family member who was employed in the medical field.

“The Mexican government claims that the Chagas disease is under control and that not many people are affected, but that is untrue,” Hernández asserts. Medical practitioners misdiagnose Chagas disease for other heart conditions because they lack knowledge in this area. Most people are unaware that there is Chagas in Mexico.

The World Health Organization (WHO) has classified chagas as a neglected tropical disease, which means that the global health policy agenda does not include it.

Chagas is overlooked in part because, according to Colin Forsyth, a research manager at the Drugs for Neglected Diseases Initiative (DNDi), “it’s a silent disease that stays hidden for so long in your body… because of the asymptomatic nature of the initial part of the infection.”

Forsyth went on to say, “The people affected just don’t have the power to influence healthcare policy,” making reference to the impoverished communities. It’s kept hidden by a convergence of social and biological factors.

Chagas, however, is becoming more well recognized as it spreads to other continents and can also be transferred from mother to child during pregnancy or childbirth, as well as through organ and blood transfusions.

The main objective of the Chagas Hub, a UK-based facility founded by Professor David Moore, a doctor at the Hospital for Tropical Diseases in London, is to get “more people tested and treated, and to manage the risk of transmission, which in the UK is from mother to child,” according to Professor Moore.

Regarding the WHO’s 2030 aim for the eradication of the disease, Moore stated that progress toward it is “glacial” and added, “I can’t imagine that we’ll be remotely close by 2030.” That seems improbable.

Two medications that have been available for more than 50 years to treat chagas are benznidazole and nifurtimox, which according to Moore are “toxic, unpleasant, not particularly effective.”

Although the medications are effective in curing babies, there is no guarantee that they will prevent or halt the advancement of the condition in adults.

Regarding severe adverse effects, Rodriguez remembers getting dizziness and nausea as well as breaking out in hives. She completed her therapy, and she gets checked out annually.

Moore goes on to say that while creating stronger anti-Chaga drugs is crucial to stopping the disease’s spread, pharmaceutical companies are currently not financially motivated to do so.

As president of the International Federation of Associations of People Affected by Chagas condition (FINDECHAGAS), Hernández is on a mission to raise awareness of the condition until there is a greater need on the market for innovative treatments.

In Spain, Rodriguez is battling the “monster” as part of a campaign to increase public awareness of Chagas disease being conducted by the Barcelona Institute for Global Health.

“I’m tired of hearing nothing at all,” Rodriguez declares. “I want Chagas to be discussed and made public. I’m in favor of testing and therapy for individuals.

They are being heard, too.

World Chagas Disease Day was instituted by the WHO on April 14, 1909, the day Carlos discovered the disease’s first human case.The WHO states that “a diversified set of 20 diseases and disease categories are set out to be prevented, controlled, eliminated, and eradicated through global targets for 2030 and milestones.” And among them is Chagas.

To prevent a possible infestation, the CDC suggests taking the following steps:

Close up any gaps and fissures around doors, windows, walls, and roofs.
Clear out the rock, wood, and brush piles close to your home.
Put screens on windows and doors, and fix any tears or holes in them.
Close up gaps and crevices that lead to the exterior, crawl areas beneath the home, and the attic.
Keep pets inside, especially during the evening.
Maintain the cleanliness of your home and any outdoor pet resting places, and check for bugs on a regular basis.

If you believe you have discovered a kissing insect, the CDC recommends avoiding crushing it. Alternatively, carefully put the bug in a jar, fill it with rubbing alcohol, and then freeze it. It is then recommended that you bring the bug’s container to an academic lab or your local health authority so that it can be identified.

Please tell this tale to help spread the word about an illness that goes unnoticed!

My Wife Disappeared 15 Years Ago After Going Out to Buy Diapers – I Saw Her Last Week and She Said, ‘You Have to Forgive Me’

Fifteen years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our newborn son and left to buy diapers. But she never returned. Last week, I saw her alive and well in a supermarket. What happened next was something I’ll never forget.

I had spent the past 15 years searching for closure, raising my son Noah, and trying to make sense of Lisa’s disappearance. But nothing prepared me for the moment I saw her again.

A man standing in a supermarket | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a supermarket | Source: Midjourney

At first, I thought I was dreaming. But after observing for a few minutes, I knew it was her. She was older and looked different, but her gestures were still the same.

Before I share what happened next, let me take you back to when she suddenly disappeared.

It’s hard to describe what it feels like to lose someone without an explanation. One moment, they’re part of your life, and the next, they’re just gone.

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An upset man sitting on a bench | Source: Pexels

Fifteen years ago, Lisa kissed our newborn son, Noah, on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and told me she was heading out to buy diapers. She didn’t take her phone. She didn’t leave a note. She just vanished.

At first, I thought maybe something she got into an accident. I drove toward the supermarket and looked for her on my way. I even checked the dark alleys, but no sign of her.

When I couldn’t find anything, I called the police.

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A police car at night | Source: Pexels

I was hopeful when they began their investigation, but those feelings were replaced by sadness when the police told me there were no leads.

Her phone was off, and her bank accounts were untouched.

Eventually, the police stopped investigating, concluding she might have run away or met with some tragic fate.

They even suggested I move on, but how could I?

Lisa wasn’t just my wife. She was my best friend. I couldn’t reconcile the loving woman I knew with someone who would abandon her family.

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A couple sitting together | Source: Pexels

As a result, I cycled through every possibility. Maybe she was in trouble and couldn’t come back. Maybe she had run off with someone else.

But none of it made sense.

For years, I lived in a fog of anger and grief. I’d stay up at night, wondering where she was and why she left. Did she think I wasn’t good enough? Did she think Noah and I weren’t worth staying for?

On bad nights, I convinced myself she had died, and on worse nights, I hated her for leaving.

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A man standing near a window | Source: Midjourney

But life doesn’t stop because you’re heartbroken, does it?

Back then, Noah needed me, and I had to pull myself together for his sake. It was difficult, but with my mother’s support, I learned how to change diapers and feed my baby. I even found the right way to make him burp.

As he grew up, I became a pro at packing lunches and was always there to help with homework. I became a father and a mother to him, balancing a full-time job with the demands of raising a child.

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A boy eating food | Source: Pexels

Now, Noah is 15, tall, and lanky with a crooked grin that reminds me so much of Lisa. He’s the light of my life and the reason I keep going, even on days when I miss Lisa the most.

There were times when I imagined her walking back through the door, apologizing to me for being so late. It took me years to accept that my wife was never coming back. She was either dead or gone forever.

But that all changed when I saw her in the supermarket last week.

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A close-up shot of a woman in a supermarket | Source: Midjourney

I was in the frozen food aisle, deciding between two brands of waffles, when I saw her. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

The woman scanning a bag of frozen peas down the aisle looked exactly like Lisa. But that was impossible… wasn’t it?

I froze, staring at her like I’d just seen a ghost.

A man in a supermarket | Source: Midjourney

A man in a supermarket | Source: Midjourney

Her hair was shorter, and a few strands of gray framed her face, but it was her. The way she stood and tilted her head to read the label was so familiar.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening.

Could it really be Lisa?

I doubted myself at first. Maybe I wanted to see her so badly that my mind was playing cruel tricks on me.

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A man standing in a supermarket, looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

So, I pushed my cart further down the aisle to get a closer look. That’s when she turned slightly and I saw her face fully.

It was her, and there was no mistaking it now.

I quickly abandoned my cart and walked toward her. I stood behind her and took a deep breath.

“Lisa?” I called out her name for the first time in years.

She paused for a moment and then turned around. At first, she just stared at me. Then, as recognition set in, her eyes widened in shock.

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A woman looking at a man | Source: Midjourney

“Bryan?” she whispered.

I couldn’t believe it was her.

After all these years, she was alive, standing right in front of me as if she’d never left. My mind raced with questions as I looked at her from head to toe.

“Lisa, what’s going on?” I finally managed to speak. “Why are you here? Where have you been all this time?”

Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she hesitated. She glanced around the aisle, clearly nervous.

“Bryan… I can explain,” she began. “But first, you have to forgive me.”

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A worried woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Forgive her? For disappearing without a trace? For leaving me to raise our son alone?

“Forgive you?” I repeated. “Lisa, do you even realize what you’re asking? Do you know what these last 15 years have been like for me? For Noah?”

She looked down at the floor, avoiding my gaze. “I know. I know I hurt you both. But please, let me explain.”

“Explain,” I said sharply. “Now.”

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A man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

She took a deep breath and looked around nervously. “Not here,” she said softly, gesturing toward the front of the store. “Follow me.”

She led me to the parking lot, where a sleek black SUV was parked. It looked expensive, a far cry from the modest life we once shared.

Once we reached her car, she turned to face me, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she began. “I… I just couldn’t handle it.”

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A woman explaining herself | Source: Midjourney

“Handle what?” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “Being a mother? Being a wife? Living the life we built together?”

“It wasn’t you, Bryan,” she cried. “It was me. I was scared. Scared of being a mother, of living paycheck to paycheck, of never giving Noah the life he deserved. I felt like I was drowning.”

“So, you thought the best solution was to abandon us?” I asked, my voice rising. “Do you have any idea what you put us through?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.

“I know, and I hate myself for it. I thought I was doing the right thing. I told myself I’d come back when I had something to give.”

A woman standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

“Where were you all these years?” I asked.

“I went to Europe,” she replied, unable to meet my gaze. “My parents helped me get away. They didn’t tell you because they thought you were holding me back. They never approved of our marriage. They didn’t like you.”

That’s when I started connecting the dots. Her parents barely helped me look after Noah after she left. They didn’t even keep in touch for long.

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A man holding a baby | Source: Pexels

“I changed my name, went back to school, and built a career,” she continued, her voice shaking. “I’m a business consultant now, and I returned to this town because I wanted to see you and Noah. I had no idea I’d bump into you at the supermarket. I—”

“You wanted to see us?” I repeated. “Really, Lisa? You think you can fix everything by returning to our lives?”

“I have the money Noah needs to live a fulfilled life, Bryan. I’ve got enough to give him everything he deserves.”

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A woman looking at a man in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe Lisa thought she could just waltz back into our lives with a bag of cash and a guilty conscience.

“You thought your money would fix everything?” I asked.

“No, I didn’t think it would fix everything, but I had to try. Please, Bryan. At least let me see Noah.”

“No,” I said firmly, stepping back. “You don’t get to disrupt his life after 15 years. You don’t get to rewrite the past because you finally decided to grow a conscience.”

A man in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

A man in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

Her tears fell freely now, but I didn’t care. All I could think about were the nights I stayed up with a crying baby, the years I struggled to make ends meet, and the countless times Noah asked why his mother wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Well, I do,” I said, my voice cold. “Noah and I have moved on. We don’t need you anymore, Lisa.”

Without another word, I turned and walked away.

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A man walking away | Source: Midjourney

She kept begging me to stop, but I was done. I couldn’t let her enter our lives and destroy everything.

Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done if you were in my place?

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