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¿Dónde empiezo? Es con mucho dolor que estoy escribiendo este blog...los recuerdos de mis amigos que murieron por complicaciones del SIDA me persiguen todo el tiempo.
To live with HIV is to live with advice on curing it. I remember the first time this happened to me in October of 2001 when I was just released from a hospital in southern Indiana, newly diagnosed with HIV and AIDS.
Results: HIV 0 Me 1 As I type the score, I want to share it's not a competition, or a game, but definitely a victory!
I've been doing some thinking of the HIV virus. What I've come up with is she's a very intelligent one!
Where do I start? It is with much sorrow that I am writing this blog...the memories of my friends that passed from AIDS complications haunt me all the time. It is very hard to express how I feel … so...
On December 24th of 1995, I stepped into the private lab that was directly across from my home to collect my HIV test results. I opened the door and I had not taken a seat when the lab technician uttered: "We have a problem."
El 24 de diciembre del año 1995, entre al laboratorio privado que quedaba frente a mi casa para recoger mis resultados de mi prueba de VIH. Abrí la puerta, y no me había sentado cuando la laboratorista me dijo: "Tenemos un problema."
Nací en el seno de una familia numerosa compuesta por mis padres y mis cinco hermanos. Una familia trabajadora, unida, donde se nos enseñó de muy pequeños la importancia del RESPETO, LA JUSTICIA...
I was born into a large family consisting of my parents and five brothers. A hardworking, close-knit family where we were taught very young the importance of RESPECT, SOCIAL JUSTICE, EQUALITY, the importance of SHARING, TOLERANCE and LOVE.
In this blog I would like to begin to explore the issue of side effects from Combination Antiretroviral Therapy (cART). Admitting that they even exist can be difficult when we are told repeatedly that...