Treating Hiv/aids Is A Lifelong Commitment That

Sick People, Particularly Those With Serious Conditions, Greatly Prefer The Company Of Their Friends And Family To Residence In A Hospital Or Nursing Home.

I'd Come To The Country To Do My Thoreau Bit, So I Needed An Office That Looked Out Onto The Woods For Inspiration. I Converted One Of The Bedrooms Into My Workspace And Through Its Windows Watched The Wildlife Appear Each Morning With The Sunrise. Many Were The Days I Would Sit In Wonder, Coffee In Hand, For Hours.

Those Of Us Who Lived Through The Worst Of The Hiv/aids Epidemic From The Early 1980s Through The Mid-1990s Have A Very Special Spot In Our Heart For Home-based Health Care.

All Of My Peers Died Of Aids, And I Have No One To Celebrate My Past Or My Journey, Or To Help Me Pass Down Stories To The Next Generation. We Lost An Entire Generation Of Storytellers With Hiv.

My Family Lived Off The Land And Summer Evening Meals Featured Baked Stuffed Tomatoes, Potato Salad, Corn On The Cob, Fresh Shelled Peas And Homemade Ice Cream With Strawberries From Our Garden. With No Air Conditioning In Those Days, The Cool Porch Was The Center Of Our Universe After The Scorching Days.