Friday, August 28, 2009

Death Sentence


Death.
Hiv, cancer, bleeding brain, it means one thing ; DEATH.
Ever since i have been tested positive for HIV, i have thought only about two things - going on anti retro-viral medication that would make me nauseous for the rest of my wretched days and dying.

I have never been scared about dying. In fact, i often looked forward to it, similarly to looking forward to new music, new movies, a new school, a new job, a new crush.... I don't care how hard people try to convince me otherwise, but the truth is HIV is a death sentence. The fear, the anxiety, the hurt. the emotional pain, the madness in your head is as a result of this death sentence.

Knowing that you are going to die and of HIV is a tormenting feeling. Hell on earth!. HIV is death following you, haunting and taunting you, walking behind you in his hidden hood; dark long robe, blood red eyes.....you can never be the same again. You're scared and angry.... and sad.You're faith seems to have let you down. You're alone. You see only hate and darkness around you. You notice sadness first. Everything you look at seems sinister and corrupt.

Everybody is destined to die. But people with HIV die the day that they are tested positive. I died.... i'm dead....i am a walking corpse, slowly rotting and disintegrating into nothingness. i am becoming invisible. Soon you would not know that i am here......

I miss being alive. I miss being happy, being around friends who don't just feel sorry for you, i miss making new friends . I miss being your rock. i miss hope. i miss looking forward to tomorrow...

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Medical Research Foundation...my visit continued..



August 29th will make it one year since i visited Medical Research Foundation in Port of Spain.

The Medical Research Centre was established in October 1993 after nine years of scientific research collaboration with the National Cancer Institute, National Institutes of Health, Bethesda, Maryland, USA and the Caribbean Epidemiology Centre (CAREC).

The Centre was formally opened by Professor Max Richards, Principal of UWI, St. Augustine, Campus. Following this, the Medical Research Foundation of Trinidad and Tobago was established in Port of Spain, Trinidad, West Indies on March 1, 1997 as a non-profit organization and represents a formal collaboration between the UWI, CAREC and local physicians.

The Foundation operates within the offices of the Medical Research Centre, 7 Queens Park East, Port of Spain, Trinidad, West Indies, under the Directorship of Professor Courtenay Bartholomew. The Patron of the Foundation is Sir Ellis Clarke (former President of Trinidad and Tobago). The Management Committee is headed by Professor Bartholomew.

The building looks like a old colonial style building, grand ceiling work. The view from the front porch over looks the Savannah.... My visit on Tuesday of this week was one of my most interesting one yet. Highlights include me having a conversation with a fellow HIV person, me laughing at some of the scenarios, checking out the Army men that brought some positive prisoners in.....

I missed my appointment by an hour, however i was not worried. Mrs. Veda Cowee made a friend of me the first time i visited the clinic. So, i was sure that she would pull me in away from the pack and so i would get through with this ordeal quickly, however this was not so. It has been so long since i last kept my appointment that she forgot me and i was forced to wait like everyone else. Have you ever seen those films where the plot surrounds insanity, and a shot is shown in a mental asylum or something. This was the scene at my visit.... this is how it usually is....i never noticed before.

On entering the clinic you are greeted with mostly black men and women, with sad faces melting downwards like what i imagine the wax models in Madame Tussauds would look like if it caught fire. They are parched on the railings of the entrance of the clinic. They don't say hello. You walk in and greet the pregnant women, sad , depressed, teary faces to the right and a host of others to the left watching CNC 3 that is being shown. I would go up to the counter and let them know my name , a frail , timid voice comes out from me. David ( the guy who takes your name) who always has a smile on his face will then ask you to have a seat., But, id stand right there, away from from blocking the entrance , hold my bag, try to hide my staff ID. and look into space, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I don't want to feel i am apart of that crowd. But i am.

Standing into three minutes, guy with a tight jeans and top walks in, his hair is well groomed and pulled to the back to make a pony tail thingy. " HAHA.... he take too much prick"......a woman from the outside laughs out. I smile.....

I am getting restless now.... don't want to sit... don't want to stand where i am standing....i walk outside, get a cigarette and light it up. i am well dressed, dressed to go to work after....the same woman asked me: "sir, you is one of de doctors of wah?"..... i just nod in signaling that i am not... i go back inside, a hot red man walks in , but he has handcuffs on...he is a prisoner... i make eye contact and smile....killing time really....Silence pervades the building....suddenly another burst: "David! , David.. i have the lord to see about today you know, i here long now, fucking Jesus waiting for me in the church !!!!!".....

After 3 more cigarettes, and an hour later tow little boys comes in with their mother. Cute; 3 and 4 years maybe, cutest, happiest looking kids....one of them came and tugged at my bag....i couldn't hold it back... i couldn't stop crying... I thought , here i was thinking im so unlucky with all of this and these two kids were positive and unaware.. So breaking my silence, i summed up the courage to make words with my mouth , i asked their mother" Mame...are the kids....."?....
"No, no, they are not, the children don't have it, the children father don't have it" She smiled at me, we both acknowledged that it was she who was positive. i was relieved, but it was sad.....she looked so hopeless.

Finally my number was called. I proceeded into the nurses booth, rolled up my sleeve in anticipation. I lay back on the chair while she pushed a needle into my hands....eight vials of blood after, i find myself sitting there reminiscing about the last time i was there giving blood. ......

I am really one of them, i am HIV positive. i am sad and depressed looking like them. i am hopeless. I am a slut, i fucked around and got HIV like them..............i feel this way anyways.....i am no different.......
Next appointment to get me results of my blood test - September 1st, 2009.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

A date with Medical Research Foundation - August 4th , 2009

One year ago, a happy go lucky guy, gay guy. Had it all together: friends, independence, a boyfriend, a job, a whole lot of dreams waiting to be fulfilled. However it all came crashing down when he found out he was HIV positive. That guy was me.............

I had donated blood a year before : September 7th , 2007. It was my boyfriend's cousin who had met with a bad accident and he needed blood in a rush. So i volunteered given the circumstances. A year later : i received a letter from The Blood Bank of Trinidad and Tobago. Letter dated July 29th, 2008 signed by Dr. Kenneth Charles. The letter was an appointed for me to see Dr. Charles the following week in his office concerning my blood sample from September 2007. I remember all the possible scenarios i created in my mind of what this could have been. I told no one about it. It was the week later and my visibly terrified face was being noticed by my supervisor. I broke down . She was convinced that i was not HIV positive and this whole thing must be about encouraging me to donate more blood to them. I bought into the idea for the moment so that i could peacefully slept that night since i had an appointed with her doctor the next day. I tested positive that day: Tuesday August 5th, 2008; Dr. Roopnarine........ poor fellow, i think i was his first patient that ever tested positive. He was more broken up than me.....

Yesterday i had my appointment at Medical Research Foundation in Pos. These are some of the pix i managed to take.....