My Brother...
Submitted by thandiwe on Thu, 02/21/2008 - 13:00.
My brother is sick again. I’m scared this time. He’s collapsing more often than before and he’s literally wasting away in front of me. But to talk to him, you wouldn’t know. He sounds just the way he’s always sounded; always joking with that somewhat bizarre sense of humour of his. But he looks different. My boyfriend joked that I’m bigger than my older brother. It would be funny if it just wasn’t so true. I lost my best friend to HIV when I was 19, we were the same age. I look at him and I remember her, it’s not fair, why don’t we have a cure, why doesn’t anyone care enough to find the cure. Is money really more important than people’s lives? Someone said the other day that if Prince Charles had HIV, a cure would miraculously appear.
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