End discrimination of people with HIV.

The trip to Sydney was about my maternal grandmother whom is terminally ill. My grandmother is one of  my idols, she is a strong woman who sticks up for herself and nothing can get in her way when she has her mind set on something. She taught me how to cook spanish food, although I will never be as good a cook as her. She also taught me how to sing in Spanish. Unfortunately last year she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer stage 4 mum said (which means it's really bad, the worst someone can be)

We drove to Sydney on the Friday night Dad, did most of the driving . When we arrived in Campbelltown, we all went to the hospital first and my  Mama (what I call my grandmother) wasn't feeling well that day, so we the kids were not able to see her.  She had had an operation earlier that day, to see where there was a blockage in her tummy.

Two days later  we got to see her and she looked ok. Yes, she was very weak ,frail and skinny.  We could only go in 2 at a time to see Mama because my cousins were with us, they came down from Queensland ( there's four of them and two of us grandchildren).So first up was the eldest girls my cousin and I went in, when we came out we both cried. I was so emotional that when I got to the car I was still cryng but I knew I should be the brave one and stop because we were all emotional. Seeing her with a tube that went in her nose and drips wasn't pretty.We saw her every day  and time by time she got worse and worse. We all knew that she may die so we didnt put are hopes up. She had another operation a little over a week after the first, by then my dad had  come back to Adeliade, he was our support over the phone each day. Actually if we don't see daddy throughout the day we always speak to him on the phone whether or not we are back home or away.

Mama came for home visits for a couple of hours during the Easter weekend. By now I could see some improvement in Mama. When we left to drive back to Adelaide we were all thinking of her and that we hoped she gets better, the next day she came out of hospital and since then she's been getting better and better slowly of course. We all hope she lives for many more years. 

Post By Kate (15 Posts)

Kate is 12 years old. Her father has HIV but she DOES NOT. Kate is old enough to remember when her father developed AIDS in 2003 and almost died. She lives with the daily impact of HIV on the family life.

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