When I was a kid, the only medicine we could buy was the aspirin.

I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, which was awful.

The pain was so bad I’d sometimes pass out and wake up in the middle of the night with a bloody nose.

I’d need two to three times as much morphine to get out of bed and make it to the hospital.

I started to take more and more medications for MS, including pain killers, and I was in a lot of pain.

I lost my appetite, and by the time I got out of that hospital, I was barely eating.

When I finally made it home, I vomited and fell asleep.

It was a horrifying experience.

After a year of being on morphine, I got a diagnosis of HIV/AIDS, which I’d been diagnosed with the same year I had my first transplant.

I went to my first HIV/AIDs clinic, which offered free HIV testing and treatment.

I didn’t need a prescription, but I was able to get a test after I took it and found out that my HIV was the result of exposure to HIV-1.

I got tested for HIV, but it was too late.

I had a relapse.

I was in so much pain that I could hardly move, which meant that I was never able to go to the doctor or nurse.

When my MS was stable, I took an HIV test every month for about five years.

In the meantime, I’d be on morphine and the pills, but if I went out I’d end up in hospital.

I took three or four pills a day.

At the end of my first year, I had to take one pill a day because I couldn’t function anymore.

I lost everything.

I’ve had six surgeries.

I have six surgeries since, and all of them have been for severe infections.

I’m now on antiretroviral medication, which has given me life, but has caused more pain than I’m comfortable with.

My MS was completely cured, and there’s no reason for me to keep taking it.

I feel like my disease is cured, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely healed.

I miss my family, and now I can’t go out with friends or even go to school anymore.

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