I sit, patiently hearing word from a family member who has an oxygen saturation of less than 85 percent, trying to see how their condition is progressing. If this were the United States, that person would be on a ventilator, no questions asked. But, this is India, where resources are scarce, and patient treatment is dependent on availability and privilege.
As Indians living in America, what can we do? We send money, engage in video chats, and keep our phones close waiting for positive news. It is a strange feeling, the feeling of hopelessness. We want to help, but there isn’t much that is in the power of our hands.