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HIV Positive and Past 50: Words of Wisdom to My Newly Diagnosed, Younger Self

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Paul Yabor, 50, Philadelphia, Pa.; Diagnosed in 1990

Paul Yabor, 50, Philadelphia, Pa.; Diagnosed in 1990

Start learning how to be your own doctor , lawyer, activist and most of all best friend. That's not to say that you don't need highly trained dedicated professionals. However it is important that you build a competent knowledge base. So that not only can you tell the difference between the mediocre and the excellent, but by being an informed consumer you will be able to save the life of the person who hopefully you will learn to love and care for the most -- yourself. When we learn to love ourselves the ability to love, advocate and care for others blossoms. And life as a whole becomes that much more fulfilling.






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Comment by: david jamies (ca) Wed., Oct. 9, 2013 at 12:46 am EDT
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Comment by: Zendemented (Big Island, Hawaii) Sat., Jan. 5, 2013 at 3:46 pm EST
In 1996, at age 55, my doctor suggested yet another HIV test. This time I had numb feet, and thought it might have been diabetes, which I had been developing, being overweight and sedentary. It was positive. How could it be? I'd had at least 4 tests that were negative in the last dozen years. CD4s at 137-go directly to AIDS. Oh, well. Two years left. I spent down and got on welfare (the humiliation) and ready to die. Two years later a new regimen turned my health around. Got a job doing medical transcription for the next 16 years. What is bad is that though my health is okay my finances are in the sewer. I couldn't quit spending money and ran up my cards to a great extent.

The transcription job prolonged my life. I learned a lot of medicine. It didn't pay for beans--doctors are so tight. But it kept me in some sort of discipline.

Now 71 and just got over bad pneumonia that thankfully disclosed my terrible anemia and loss of red blood cells due to lymphoma or AIDS. Down from 275 to 230 and feel okay. Some arthritis, depression, fatigue.

Be careful what you ask for: "Please, God, make this ELISA come out negative." And he did, X 4 false negative.

I never did ask to live forever, and if it were my time, well, I would go. I never pray as I don't think a god out there is ready to listen. As a Buddhist of 53 years I don't believe in prayer, but meditation helps. I say I don't believe in prayer but I did ask for help when ELISA came to call. I also ask for help when the front tire on my BMW motorcycle blew out. Foxhole religion.

It has been very strange and ironic. Just go from day to day with only your nose on your path and don't worry about tomorrow. I was once middle class and now poor as can be. I'd like to get married but John and I both have properties and it would screw up the VA insurance. So, from the first, not one thing is. I only cry for money--my Prius, La Hinayana, needs a new lithium ion battery.
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