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mately once a month with fever, diarrhea, and dehydration. At the time of each admission he looked desperately ill, but he responded quickly to intravenous therapy. After recovering, he would disappear again to Belle Glade. I was impressed with his resiliency. He was always eager to return to work, for he was sending most of his earnings to his family in Haiti. Occasionally he would show up in the office for refills of the medication that controlled the fungal infection in his mouth. On these visits he would always seem to be in a hurry. He would only complain about his itchy skin and inquire whether I had anything new to try for it. Although he knew he had AIDS, I marveled at his nonchalance. He was always so concerned with mundane and trivial matters, despite the impending doom. The way he would materialize without warning either in the office or in the emergency room contributed to my growing feeling that things were getting out of control.

I had to admit Régis once with a recurrence of pneumonia. This time, though, he was not nearly as ill. His hospital stay was uneventful. Amal visited him in the hospital. Afterwards she asked me if there was any hope of recovery. I told her truthfully that we had yet to see a spontaneous recovery but that I still had hope for Régis since he and Theophile were doing the best of all the Haitians we had followed. I did not tell her that I was disturbed when I tried to admit him to discover that he no longer had a valid clinic card. This required me to certify him as having a life-threatening illness in order to get him admitted. When I asked about this, he told me that his green card had been lost in a fire and that he could no longer prove his legal residency. For the first time I doubted something he told me. I had heard the “lost in a fire” green card excuse before. It was a standard, unimaginative excuse for many who did not have the Immigration and Naturalization Service’s (INS) permission to be here. I didn’t blame him for trying to stay here longer than he was legally allowed, but I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t tell me about it honestly.

After that admission I had to either pull strings or sneak Régis

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