Under her umbrella the sun doesn’t hurt and neither does the disease.
Her white dressed as a nurse breaks the night of the pandemic and she reveals the tunnel that has an end, lights and joy.
Her name is Sibil Misas Vega, she is the advisor for the Immunization Program in Jaruco, and she truthfully has confidence in Cuban vaccines and the scientists who dreamed and created them.
And it is that she knows like the palm of her hand the national immunization scheme, the 12 immunogens that compose it and her extraordinary value in the prevention of 13 diseases.
The Vaccination at the Noelio Capote Comprehensive Teaching Polyclinic in Barcelona, ??a decade ago joined her music and her hobbies: order, security and discipline.
Containers with the compounds that prevent polio, diphtheria, rubella, mumps, measles, meningococcal meningitis type b and now the new coronavirus are like your beloved children.
But since the pandemic began, Sibil sleeps with her eyes open, her heart turns on the bed: her spirit walks without anchor and her soul without peace.
So much madness found shelter in one reason: through her hands rather than the shoulders of the people from Jaruqueños, pass the Cuban formulas that she cradles in a carpet of roses, as such ambassadors of science and dawn deserve.
Since forever and even more so in these dark and strange times, Sibil carries out the birth of each child and her calendars in pencil, because nothing makes her happier than guiding them to the wonderful world of immunity.
The end of the world may be announced for tomorrow, but she, with her honey hands, will still build a ship or a bridge so that childhood can safely travel to tomorrow.
That is the only obsession of her and what drives her to walk the towns and communities with the thermos, the vaccines and the illusion at cost.
Sibil worked in the People’s Republic of Angola, but that adventure is not equal to her sanitary intervention with Abdala, who has been her, she confesses with water in her eyes, the most special task of her life.
Her mother says that neither at home nor does she stop working or anticipating: she reviews the lists and weighs the weaknesses that could compromise the battle in which she defends herself, not only the health of her countrymen, but also the honor of the science of her homeland.
At 45 YEARS of age, Sibil has preserved the forged steel in more than two decades in the profession, but what distinguishes and exalts her, more than her beautiful figure in a sanitary suit, is her humanity.
At this point she is convinced that she was born to be her right hand wherever she wants her to be, although I agree with her mother, Sibil Misas Vega is her right hand and her left hand as well.
Caption: Sibil Misas Vega, advisor to the Immunization Program in Jaruco. Photo: Author.
