about face
because ever since I was diagnosed with Gay-Related Immune Dysfunction in 1982, I'd never suffered the extent of its force as others around
me did.
Being infected brought no restrictions, loss of liberty, or serious shortfall
of health. Deficiency of income perhaps but I learned to live with that,
having always had a mean streak and love of hoarding. Relative to others
I'd had it lucky and was thankful for that. But every time I looked in
the mirror there it was, on the surface - Aids.
The point came when I decided I'd had enough. Life was becoming desperate.
I could not carry on ingesting what was, without any doubt, the cause
of my altered state. Knowing the consequence made no difference. I'd lived
with it, witnessed it, held its hand for so long. Whatever time was left
would be lived my way.
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Fortunately fate took a step in. (Thank God!)
I'd known of New-Fill and what it could do. That it was not available
on the NHS, only privately and at enormous cost. Like everyone else affected,
I was outraged but helpless.
What I never expected was the enormous effort my clinic doctor put into making it available to his patients. And I can't thank him enough. Whether it
