Well, riverprincess...it is not all pink and gold. One of the things being diagnosed brought up on me full force was-(is)-an almost brute, primal, raw force to go against everyting and anything I was told were my only options, starting with ripping out in a full rage the disability papers that came automatically from the social worker I was assigned to during my hospital days. Do you remember that famous sequence of Scarlet O'Hara in "Gone with the Wind" declaring she would do WHATEVER it took not to be hungry again after eating raw roots from the soil..? Well...that was just how my primary, almost animal instincts came to play. From then on I went full speeding, but in the process I sort of buried deep down all sense of helplessness and grieving that I might be developing. And yes, just as you can tell from that other post of mine, vulnerability and doubt, even if not truly visible, were growing and taking place too. So there is a double take, and they both co exist. As per my job place, I decided not to disclose my status. Just as you stated, we all need to follow Universal precautions. Hugs.