I remember back in 2008 when i was told the news of my infection i was alone in Canada.
For a year,i wandered alone through fear and confussion until one friend, a soldier, reminded me of my survivor's nature and my will to exist.
That day, a nice 2009 summer day, i realized that instead of being handed a death sentence i got granted the wheel to my own life.
Then in 2010 i started my treatment due to a deecrease in my white cells, but amzingly, my viral load was that of an undetectable carrier.
I have been undetectable and healthy since then, and i plan on staying that way.
So for three years i lived never thinking in disclosing or comparing perspectives with fellow positive men. I thought it was unnecesary and eventually everyone who's infected would come to the same resolution:
"Fight for your own existance"
But i think i was wrong.
Three years later people i grown fond of has come to face the same lonely situation i was in, and by seeing and feeling the pain and the fear i came to understand the importance of sharing my own experience.
So, for anyone dealing with the virus out there, for my friends living with it, i can only tell you it really does not have to be a reason to feel less or weak. it's scary, but every challenge always is. And if you, we, keep on moving and pushing throught we'll be stronger and better, and we'll live to tell the tale.
Until the cure comes our way and our blood is safe again, we have to take a stand and resist, and live.
December 1st is a day to rememer the fight against hiv and aids, but i think it should be a day to celebrate life and the will to keep it.
