In 1997, my husband died from a HIV/AIDS related illness. But before he died, he confessed it.
I suspected I was infected as well but I didn’t have courage to go for the test, I was also in denial. I lived in denial for a while convincing myself that I was not infected. One day, I developed chest problems and began coughing sporadically. I remember people glancing in my direction and chattering behind my back. Read More
