Last November 6, when I opened my facebook account, I was
surprised to see a tagged picture of my ex-boyfriend with the caption, “You
will be missed.” It got me curious, which lead me to opening his profile. There
was a flood of messages from his friends, and I searched for answers.
“Tinago nya sa family nya na may nararamdaman na pala syang
sakit.”
(He kept his sickness hidden from his family.)
“Severe na pneumonia nya, and nagka-complications na din sa
ibang internal organs nya.”
(He had pneumonia, and there were complications to his other
internal organs.)
“Na-confine siya October 31. Magka-text pa kami November 3
pero wala syang sinasabi.”
(He was confined October 31. We were texting last November
3, but he didn’t tell me he was in the hospital.)
“I told him to be safe always, and to seek treatment. I
don’t get it why it slipped him.”
I cannot make conclusions based on the above mentioned statements. What I have are mere speculations. But being an ex-boyfriend, I’m
pretty conclusive that everything that we did sexually was unsafe. That
happened four years ago. Who knows, maybe he was unsafe too with his succeeding
sexual partners. On my part, I was amiss with my sexual behavior as well that’s
why I got HIV.
We met several times early this year. I was on night shift,
and I was walking towards the hospital. He saw me, and invited me for tea
before my duty. Coincidentally, our workplaces were near each other, which
eventually lead to us meeting several times after. The last was March when we
had dinner; a celebration as I was supposed to go abroad for work.
I was deeply saddened by his death because he is the reason
why I was able to work in Manila. He visited me twice in the province before,
and when it was my turn to visit him, he pitched in the idea of me working
there. In fact, during that time, there was an opening in a big hospital.
Unfortunately, we parted ways several months after I was employed.
Alvin (not his real name) lived a secret life. He has always
considered himself simple, yet his family, grand. I have been to his place of
residence, which is far from how he described it to me. It didn't matter to me.
In the duration of our relationship, I have discovered the lies he made about
his family. I didn't mind. If it was his way of coping with stress, crisis, and
struggles, it was fine with me for as long as he does not do anything
destructive towards me or other people. Most, if not all, of us have secrets,
anyway.
But besides all that, he was a great friend. He was a person
full of energy, enthusiasm, and ambition. He was full of life. Swear, I haven’t
seen him looking sad, crying, or in despair. He was always positive about
everything. He was hands-on to his friends as well. He accompanied me when I
applied in the hospital. And he did similar things to his other friends too.
Like me, he also dreamed of working abroad. He talked fondly of how he wanted
to better the lives of his mother and brother.
Alvin is gone now. I
may not have the documents to determine the real cause of his death, nor the
authority to confirm anything, but one thing is certain, he passed away leaving
unanswered questions to everybody. We talked about anything and everything
before, but we failed to talk about HIV.
Alvin was a charming, good-looking, young man full of ambition and it’s sad
to say that all that he has planned or aimed for were not fulfilled because of
his early demise. I can always reason out that we were not aware of the
existence of HIV in the country. We did not know that there was a rise in HIV
cases back then. Condom-buying is not common, and we have that preconceived
idea that all we get when buying one are dagger stares from store attendants
and other store patrons. I have never heard of any campaign against HIV back
then, or maybe we were just busy with a lot of other things.
One lesson that should be learned from Alvin’s death is
that, HIV should be taken seriously. To all people out there, especially the
youth, you will just be starting your lives after graduation. Love yourselves,
protect yourselves, and fulfill your dreams by preventing the transmission of HIV. Talk about it;
make others become aware of it so that safe sexual behavior is practiced.
Life with HIV is a struggle, emotionally and physically, so while you are in
the know, do your part and help lead others towards the safe direction.
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