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It’s the sort of stuff you read about in the news, and see photos on TV, so I’m not sure that I can reverse any desensitization that many of us feel when we see stories about HIV/AIDS but this particular day changed it for me .
We pulled into a grassy compound with a number of small cottages filled with villagers awaiting treatment for HIV. The patients ranged in age from babies to what we would call middle aged, what Ugandans would call old, about 50. I have only seen two elderly women and one elderly man in my time here, life expectancy hovers around 59. The patients had undergone their various treatments, including the relatively recent addition of anti-retro viral (AVR) drugs, and were waiting for speak to us and help us learn about their lives.
I spent most of my time with a group of teenagers. They were solemnly seated on a bench and appeared deep in thought, their minds, most definitely, somewhere else than here. These kids ranging in age from 13-18 are all HIV positive, all had lost their parents to AIDS, some could not remember when.
Meet John Bosco, Alphanti Kigemuzi and Abdul Kareem
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15 year old Alphanti Kigemuzi, in 2nd grade told me in his soft spoken way he would like to be an engineer in the future, he then stopped and amended gently, “if life allows me to”.
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Both of his parents are dead. His father died in 1998 and his mother died in 1999. He doesn’t have any brothers or sisters so he lives with an uncle. In his soft spoken way Alphanti told me he doesn’t remember when he became ill or when his parents died. His case is typical. John and Abdul have similar stories.
John, a shy young man, is 18 and only in 2nd grade due to his illness.
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Abdul Kareem is 16 lives with a grandfather and doesn’t remember when he became sick although it was quite a long time ago.
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These kids at least have an adult caring for them. This area became famous for child-headed families where a child as young as 9 could be raising the children that were orphaned due to AIDS.
It really hit home that these teenagers know their fate is uncertain and in fact the doctors are not sure how their illness will progress or how long they will live. Although they feel less sick now with the medication and say they have no problem taking the drugs, the depression that surrounded the kids was striking. That’s when it changed for me. It’s not often that you have a group of teenagers hanging out together but they didn’t interact with one another, they didn’t exude any of the usual energy that teens are supposed to have.
It’s obvious, even to an outside a non-medical observer like me, that these kids are sick, some of them very sick. I should mention that speaking with the doctors that treat these kids, they are not only hopeful but really proud to share what they have accomplished for these kids primarily with funds from PEPFAR. I asked whether they had many journalists visiting, the doctors found my question really amusing, and laughed out loud, a group of journalists hearing their stories, was an unexpected though much appreciated novelty.

