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Photo © Russell McGonagle<br />

This Shouldn’t Happen<br />

Recently I ran into a friend of mine, Jim, at the Center on Halsted,<br />

Chicago’s beautiful and somewhat lavish GLBT center<br />

which opened earlier last year. Th at particular sunny, summer<br />

aft ernoon the Center was hopping with a diverse group of folks,<br />

a few straight, most of them gay—all of whom were comfortably<br />

lounging in the café, which is immediately adjacent to the spacious<br />

Whole Foods housed within the same building.<br />

Not long into my conversation I happened to inquire about a<br />

mutual friend of ours, who I’ll call Sam, who I hadn’t heard from<br />

in a while.<br />

No, Jim said, he had not heard from Sam, but another friend of<br />

his had, just a few weeks earlier, when Sam had called him from a<br />

pay phone. Sam informed his friend that he wasn’t doing well, that<br />

his phone had been disconnected, he was about to lose his apartment,<br />

and his health was quickly failing.<br />

I was shocked. For a second I was speechless. Sam and I have<br />

known each other for more than 25 years—he was one of the fi rst to<br />

befriend me when I moved to Chicago way back in the early eighties.<br />

We became close friends, and shared a lot in common, having<br />

moved in many of the same social and professional circles. He tested<br />

positive around the same time as I did. Aft er I became positive<br />

and started working at TPAN, he would periodically call me on the<br />

phone for advice about his treatment or health care, or sometimes<br />

just to talk. We would get together from time to time, but our lives<br />

eventually grew apart, and we began to see less and less of each<br />

other, as friends oft en do. He eventually moved out of state, but we<br />

still kept in touch. And we always made it a point to call each other<br />

on our birthdays, which are exactly six months apart.<br />

Th e last time I had tried calling Sam was a few months ago,<br />

on his birthday. I got a recording telling me the number had been<br />

disconnected. Somewhat confused, I quickly leafed through an old,<br />

tattered address book, searching in vain for an alternate number, or<br />

an old snail-mail address. I dialed directory assistance, even tried a<br />

search using Google. But it was to no avail, Sam always made sure<br />

his number was unlisted, and he had never learned to use a computer,<br />

so there was no e-mail address to try sending him a message.<br />

When Sam and I had last spoken, he was doing well and living<br />

on disability. Although he suff ered from chronic pain and neuropathy,<br />

and experienced complications from the drugs and from<br />

HIV, he had recently gone back on meds, aft er having been on an<br />

unplanned, extended drug holiday. His numbers were up, and he<br />

was feeling pretty good, most of the time anyway. While he had initially<br />

had some diffi culty accessing services and care when he had<br />

moved to a large city in a nearby state (a place that makes Chicago<br />

look like a walk in the park), he had fi nally gotten assistance from<br />

a local organization to help him navigate the system.<br />

PA • September / October 2008 • tpan.com • positivelyaware.com<br />

Positively Aware<br />

Editor’s Note<br />

Yes, wellness begins with awareness. But once we are aware<br />

of our HIV status, and we start to become more in tune with our<br />

own health—and do what it is we need to do to learn how to navigate<br />

the oft en confusing maze of Medicare and our broken-down<br />

system of care, it still doesn’t always guarantee wellness. A recent<br />

poll showed that 90% of the people who called the 1-800-Medicare<br />

hotline—a helpline which was mandated by Congress in order to<br />

assist people who had questions about all of the recent changes in<br />

Medicare— were given at least one piece of incorrect information.<br />

90%! And the majority of callers were given confl icting answers<br />

from diff erent operators.<br />

People with HIV/AIDS still struggle on a daily basis just to get<br />

the basic necessities such as decent and aff ordable housing, access<br />

to care and treatment, case management and mental health services,<br />

and to be free from stigma and discrimination. Th is shouldn’t<br />

be happening in the United States, one the wealthiest nations on<br />

the planet. And tell me, just who is going to advocate for these individuals<br />

during this next administration, which stands to inherit a<br />

budget defi cit upwards of 10 trillion dollars?<br />

As we go to press with this issue, the CDC released the 2006<br />

HIV incidence statistics which show that new cases of HIV infection<br />

are actually 56,300 annually, not the 40,000 that had previously<br />

been reported. Th ese numbers have probably been at that level<br />

for at least the last 10 years. Th e report indicated that this does not<br />

actually refl ect an increase in the rate of transmission, but rather<br />

that the previous estimate of 40,000 was too low. Some consolation.<br />

And these statistics are already two years old.<br />

So we push to test, test, test. People are still becoming infected.<br />

And they continue to fall through the cracks in a system in desperate<br />

need of repair.<br />

Th is shouldn’t happen.<br />

Sam, I know you’re out there, and if you’re reading this—I love<br />

you, man. Call me. I’m here for you.<br />

Take care of yourself, and each other.<br />

Jeff Berry<br />

Editor<br />

publications@tpan.com<br />

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