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.” I felt a cold wave move up and down my spine and my heart beat raced. As I sat down she continued, “We have two options, I read out the results to you, in which case I would need to report the results to the health authorities or I can give you the results in a closed envelope and you can open it at home.” I asked her to please share it with me and I had no problem with her reporting to anyone. As expected my HIV test was reactive. I did not cry, I did not scream, in fact I did nothing, I was numb, I was already thinking about my funeral!
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