Fifteen years ago, on Oct. 27, 2005, my primary physician in Washington called to share the results of blood work I’d had at my routine annual checkup.
I could sense nervousness in his voice. “I have bad news on the HIV test,” he said. It was the biggest “before” and “after” moment of my life.
Nothing since has been the same as it was before I answered that phone call. By the time I received what I called “my news,” I’d been reporting for 20 years on HIV-AIDS as a health journalist in Washington.
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