Things are getting worse for Melanie. She’s seeing the amount of AIDS cases increase. They’ve actually started calling it that now, instead of all the other things they had been. But seeing the results and knowing that it will be a while before there are effective treatments, or before society understands how to slow the spread of it is demoralizing for her.
She’s told me that many people are still being uncareful about the use of needles, and that whenever she’s mentioned it as a potential safety protocol that people have written her off. She had hoped that if she could get her hospital on board that maybe she’d be able to get people to notice a pattern and it would spread as a safeguard.
She hasn’t said it, and I haven’t either, but I think that she worries about me having it. Not only is she seeing the truly horrific effects of it, but there is the dread about whether or not she’ll be seeing me go through them as well.
On the rare occasion since my blood transfusion that it has come up, I’ve tried to reassure her that I am going to be ok. We’ve seen the results in Elliot being able to travel back here, Sam’s visit last year reaffirmed that I wasn’t going to die. She’s a doctor, and she doesn’t like the combination of knowing some and not knowing everything.
For Christmas, I’ve decided it’s time to get away for a bit, and we’re going to finally go on a honeymoon. Hawaii is going to be nice in January, and we’ll get back just in time to place a bet against the Dolphins in the Superbowl.
Michael Christopher Cole 
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