I'm a little reflective because another special person left the planet (Linda Luschei died this morning). Having AIDS for 8 years makes me a long term survivor. I alternate between joy at being alive & feeling good, to terror & depression. My faith has kept me alive since July 1986 when I found out.
Something told me I should test. They called me on the phone and told me at my office. I became a vegetarian, spending thousands on anything! I knew it would work, something, anything. 8 years, PCP & Valley Fever later, a retirement at 35, (although gratefully healthy) and the loss of far too many special friends, I'm angry. Oddly, when I see someone missing a limb, begging for money, I say; "There but for the grace of God go I." I am truly tired. Tired of AIDS, hurting, angry and tired. Please God do something, anything!
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