AIDS can destroy a family if you let it, but luckily for my sister and me, Mom taught us to keep going. Don't give up, be proud of who you are, and never feel sorry for yourself.

On December 17, 1984, I had surgery to remove two inches of my left lung due to pneumonia. After two hours of surgery the doctors told my mother I had AIDS.

People would get up and leave so they would not have to sit anywhere near me.

My studies are important to me. I made the honor role just recently, with 2 A's and 2 B's.

I spent Christmas and the next thirty days in the hospital.

Rumors of sneezing, kissing, tears, sweat, and saliva spreading AIDS caused people to panic.

Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.