A friend and I were having a conversation about the recent news about the second patient cured of HIV (or is he in long-term remission? I need the medical community to come to a damn consensus, 'cause there is a damn difference, but that's a different story). She and I were talking about the process and she was saying that she was ready to sign up. I told her about how it was not for everybody because it requires a specific set of circumstances and it was dangerous and people died from this procedure. She kinda quasi-jokingly said well then, "Let me be number 10 after they work out the kinks." (In my head I'm thinking, "Oh, like waiting for the second generation cell phone to come out so it doesn't explode in your pocket, SMH") I said that while it was encouraging, I would wait a bit. Her follow up was that given a chance, she'd "trade this shit (HIV) in a heartbeat for a little risk." We moved on to three of four other subjects in the next 15 minutes like women do sometimes, topic to topic, but the "trade it in a heartbeat" stuck with me for a long time.
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Dee Marie, I know exactly
Dee Marie, I know exactly what you mean. I like to say " I am a positive person, pun intended!"