All Of My Peers Died Of Aids,

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.

At 60, The Mind Was Sharp But The Body Complained. The Legs Were Willing To Make All The Right Moves But The Muscles Gave Out Too Early.

I Had Old Bunk Beds That My Dad Got From Seabrook Farms. They Were First Used By German Prisoners During World War Ii, Who Were Sent To Work The Farms During The War. The Metal Beds With Their Thin Mattresses Could Easily Be Used As A Jungle Gym And I Loved Them.

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.

Pharmaceutical Companies Have Invested Hundreds Of Millions Of Dollars In New Hiv/aids Treatments Not Out Of Altruism But Because They Can Make Up Those Research Costs In Sales.