World Aids Day happens every year on 1 December. You’ll notice now that it is well past 1 December. You’ll notice it because I’ve just pointed it out. If you choose to consciously not notice it, you’re just being silly. Stop that right now.
I found it to be a different sort of experience this year, something a bit quieter, a bit deeper than before. I was trained by the Red Cross to educate my peers, young people. We are the generation of imitation, riding on the coattails of all that came before us. What is our rallying cry? We have no Kent State. We have no liberation, no revolution. It seems nobody is interested enough anymore. I try to educate my peers on how to not contract HIV, because that’s the best way I know to fight it. It seems like it falls on deaf ears.
I fight AIDS because it is a worthwhile cause. I think that it’s important, it doesn’t get enough attention, and that some people are maliciously or ignorantly spreading misinformation. It’s just a cause for me though. What made it different for me was speaking with one of my professors. For me, AIDS is a disease which kills tens of thousands of people in the US and millions of people globally each year. For her, it meant the loss of friends, classmates, and colleagues. She remembers when Ronald Reagan first mentioned AIDS publically, four years after the first outbreak and two years after the virus had been isolated. I was 16 days old. Hearing her talk about it gave me new resolve. The job of an activist, I learned, is twofold. The first is to raise awareness, educate the public, and influence policy-makers. The second is to remind those who pioneered this cause that the fight isn’t over, and there are still people carrying on the torch.
A British man may hold the secret to a cure for HIV. I can’t make heads or tails of it, there’s not enough information. Read for yourself.
- Man Claims He Has Rid Himself of HIV (via NYT)
- The man who might hold the secret to defeating Aids (via The Independent)
- Q&A: ‘Cured’ of HIV (via BBC)
- HIV patient claims to have cleared the virus (via Reuters)
- Experts urge caution on HIV ‘miracle recovery’ (via nature.com)
To be perfectly honest, I’m thinking it was a false positive right now. I wanna see more actual facts. Part of me still hopes though.
So I got my test results on Wednesday. The way the whole HIV test thing is supposed to work is that they get test results back, call you, and you set up a follow-up appointment. New York state law dictates that non-anonymous HIV test results must be given in person regardless of the outcome, to allow for consultation, and so a person who is asked to come in doesn’t assume that they’re positive. Apparently the consultation is a rather nerve-wracking thing.
What happened for me is that the 10 day mark rolled around after I got blood drawn. They said to expect results within 10 days. Well, luckily for me, the momz0r works at the doctor’s office. She just flags the chart to be brought up to her in the computer system, and in a few minutes she calls me and tells me my results. That’s it! It felt almost anti-climactic though. Oh well, I suppose it’s better to know than not. Apparently the results came in, and they hadn’t even bothered to call me. If they had, I would’ve gone through it. At this point though, they can stick it where the sun don’t shine.
I’d also like to point out that I am not proud to be HIV-. I am just terrified of the alternative.
There’s something to be said for growing up in small towns. Where else can you spend 45 minutes popping straws in a Tim Horton’s/Wendy’s parking lot and claim it was the most interesting thing there was to do?
I’ve been hanging out with Tracy (who incidentally hasn’t touched her site in ages) quite a bit lately. We spend much time contemplating how little there is to do in the Finger Lakes for people who are Broke As Hellâ„¢. These are some of the few times that I regret being unemployed. The other times are when I am on my computer and want it to be faster, or when I want to buy something, or when I’m low on gas, or when I’m hungry, or in other situations where it would do well to have money. In retrospect, there are more than a few times that I regret being unemployed. I do not regret it, however, between the hours of 6 and 11 in the morning, when I am sleeping.