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22
Jun
07

AIDS: No longer a stranger in Tibet

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from battlingaids.com
AIDS is no longer a stranger in Tibetan community, as the number of people with HIV infection leaving behind the figure of 31, reported last year, has soared up to the mark of 41. This increase, reported within a year, points to quite a critical situation waiting ahead for Tibetan people and authorities as well.

It is quite sad that HIV/AIDS is raising its hood not only in the urban areas but in rural areas as well. However, it is good that authorities are trying at their level best to tackle the situation as earnestly as possible despite the fact that two factors vast region and spare population are posing to be a stint in this way.

Under the efforts being made to bring the situation under control, two state-level outposts are monitoring the spread of HIV/AIDS. And stoking this mission further Tibet government has come forward setting up a HIV/AIDS prevention and control center along with counseling and testing services. Telling more about the arrangements made, especially to curb the rising tide of HIV/AIDS Yuzhan Lhaco, deputy director of the local institute for prevention and control of AIDS and sexually Transmitted Diseases revealed:

Testing is free of charge and HIV carriers are treated with free medicines.

Here it is worth mentioning that unsafe blood transfusions in hospitals and injections have served as the main carrier for this disease as the government statistics show that out of the 650,000 of the Chinese living with HIV/AIDS, 443 per cent were infected through drug injections, 10.7 per cent through blood transfusion. However, unsafe sex is also one of the key factors behind this boom in HIV/AIDS cases.

Keeping in mind these facts, we could say that adoption of safer methods of blood transfusion and the spread of the importance of safer sex among the masses would prove a key in this fight against HIV/AIDS.

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Via: Spirit India

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04
Jun
07

Adding On

I just found a great new blog by mom raising a child with HIV, and the feelings, thoughts, and responsibilities that entails.  Stop by and give her a shout, some support at http://hivchild.blogspot.com.   Here’s the latest post.

‘I would love to add another child with HIV. Is this strange? Is this weird? I think about it often. It wouldn’t be too hard since we already visit the doctor evey three months as it is. It would be a child in need of a home. A child with a similar history and most likely a similar future as my daughter. They would each have someone to share “this” with. Someone who understands. Someone who has been there, is going there, is feeling the same feelings, someone to help the other in dark times when mom just doesn’t cut it. Because try as I might, I can never understand what she is going through, what she is feeling. Love isn’t always “enough.”‘

01
Jun
07

Inspired

From NotPerfectAtAll – A blog from an early 30s woman recently diagnosed with HIV

I’ve been neglecting the blog, the gym, my hair, reading, all because of work. But on the bright side, it’ll be over and done with somehow (but how?!) less than a month from now, not work itself of course but this immensly stressful period. I know I should go see P’s family again when I am there, find the time, bring them something. It will be harder now because of the heat, less hiding possiblities.

I have thrush. That sucks and maybe is too much information but since it impacts my mood I thought I would write it here. Today I have been working on the presentation, not trying it out, just writing the damn thing (‘think “I have the opportunity to do this”, “I get to do this”; change your terminology and that will change your attitude’) jogging and meditating, did a bit of yoga, and all the time on my mind is the performance anxiety from the upcoming weeks. Why the F should I care? Surely I have walked or been pushed through the flames so many times that standing up in front of 3 different audiences (in an ascending size order) shouldn’t impact me. But it does. I think if I had to stand in front of even a 1,000 people and talk about having HIV or my life or things that I am passoinate about and wish to convince of, I wouldn’t be that nervous, but the way things are I feel as though I am just participating in a phony game, the game of science. It’s as though I am a kid again and try to make it look as if I have been doing the work when I know that I have been slacking off. In a sense, my job is robbing me of my adulthood.

I can’t write more without exposing what it is that I do completely on the net, and though my profile’s had only 131 hits so far, some of which are mine (but who’s counting) and I read somewhere that in the US alone there are as many blogs as there are AIDS orphans in Africa, I have to be cautious. I just wish something would come out of all this, this, this… ordeal. I have a lust for life, especially since I don’t know how long it’ll be (but then again, who does?). I want to do something meaningful. I am bored. But nevertheless, I want to make a good impression… Oh when will I break out of the closet, not the HIV closet exactly, but the day that I will stop thinking about wearing sleeves in public and positioning my arms hairy side up is the day that I will be free… or maybe just the day that I put pen to paper. I know I am happy now… P makes me very, extremely, outrageously happy with his cuddles and criossants and Nutella and sweet love. I don’t even mind his snoring much… I just drag myself out of bed and work and sleep during the day instead. I have a nifty new bike and I ride it around like a 10 year old boy (the one P bought me was vandalized). I am going home in April, to Venice in May. I am chubbier that I’d like and tatooed and scarred but making some kind of small reputation at work, I guess, no that is too stressful, don’t want to think about that. Being an outsider and a loner is tough, but I am used to it. I sometimes forget that I have HIV, that’s the advantage, because I am so used to piling up secrets in layers of discretion, and the most ironic thing is none of them, no amount of pain and bad sex and self destruction led to my infection. There has to be a lesson here somewhere. Just cos someone is paranoid it don’t mean they’re not being followed; just cos I was a – what exactly?- it doesn’t mean that I can’t get HIV through medical negligence. And I don’t have to pretend to be pure, cos I am not, and I don’t need to be a well-rounded, sense-making character, cos God didn’t set the scene for me that way. What I do need is to get my head out of my own butt and look at others and their real, or fictional, problems. And that is what makes me happiest. Being on the margins of involvement.

21
May
07

Tired and Alone

from http://stillarriving.blogspot.com/ – a blog about living as a young hiv positive male

Alright well I am sure you are waiting for the updates I promised you on Monday. Here they are. My viral load fell from 44,000 to 6,000 (ish) that is awesome news! On the other hand my CD4 count also fell and is holding in the low 500’s. Hopefully we will see them continue to improve over the next few months. I have to go on blood pressure medication as well. My BP was 158/90.

In Orthopedic news they are treating me for a shin splint. No leukemia. My doc does have me out of work for the month to make sure I have the full potential for recovery. Thanks to everyone who sent out happy thoughts.

Psychologically I am exhausted. I had a breakdown this morning. I am going to give you, my readers, a rare glimpse into something that I rarely show anyone (family and close friends included). I am going to give you my unedited feelings. I have a VERY VERY VERY small core group of friends. They are the one’s that kick my ass when it needs to be kicked, come and visit me when I am sick and call me to make sure that I am doing alright on a regular basis. In addition to that my Mom and I are very close as well. So for the life of me I cannot figure out why I feel alone. At this point I feel like I don’t really belong anywhere. A part of that has to do with my medical conditions I think. I am in my early (almost mid) 30’s and I have AIDS, high blood pressure, arthritis, chronic bronchitis, a shin splint, two time cancer survivor and I have almost no sex drive. I think it bothers me tremendously that I absolutely cannot relate to 99% of the people my age. I am truly scared. I hide that from everyone. Not because I am afraid of being weak but because I have always perceived as being the strong one. I have always been the caretaker and have always been the one saying that everything will be alright. I am to the point to where I almost don’t believe that anymore. At this point the only comfort I have is in the fact that I know while scared I don’t let that emotion control my life. Without regards to fear I feel that I do still continue on with my life as best as I can.

For the next two weeks my pill burden has shot up to 24 per day. After the two weeks is over it will go down to 23. I am tired of fighting. It seems all I have done for the last year and a half is continually fight this virus and between it and me, eventually it is going to win. It has come to the point to where I have to practically overdose on uppers some days to even get out of bed. Somewhere there is going to have to be a braking point because while a fighter I can only fight and do so much before I give out. I have very seriously considered just quitting taking my anti-AIDS meds and letting things take its natural course. If that meant I had 2 weeks or 20 years then so be it. I decided against that because while I am tired of fighting I love the very essences of life.

I wish you all could have known me prior to getting sick. I was a total riot. I ALWAYS had a bountiful supply of energy (natural not the kind you take), and I loved playing sports and walking in the park. Now only a small glimmer of who I was remains. On rare occasions when I look into the mirror I catch a glimpse of him. While not all, I have lost a lot of who I was. I would do anything to have my life and my body back. I am tired or being tired, tired of being sick, tired of being scared and certainly I am tired of feeling alone for no apparent reason.