The day was dark, drizzly and dreary. A cold October day. Settling into the waiting room at the Public Health Center under the nom de plume "George Bush," I was somewhat nervous.
Two previous HIV tests had come back negative. I'd had a serious "event" a month or so before. Projectile vomiting, drenching sweats, chills. I "knew" something wasn't right and it wasn't strep throat.
Yet, when I heard: "Your results came back positive for HIV" -- my mind went numb. The counselor was talking. All I heard was the blah-blah-blah like the teacher in "Peanuts."
I put up my hand for silence. I understood. I was a Buddy Volunteer. I'd helped guys change their partners' diapers. I've "been there"; now, I felt as if I was going to BE THERE.
Twenty-four years later, I'm here!
From Robert: "I was 'given' a two-year survival time-line when I was diagnosed. I have since survived being held up at gunpoint and shot at, cancer, a stroke and a massive car accident, and traveling alone to Paris and Budapest. Now, I'm almost a 'senior citizen living with AIDS,' something unheard of when I tested positive 24 years ago. Life keeps happening. My Path unfolds."
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