"TILL DISEASE DO US APART" !

Wake Up People, you’re still sleeping next to your mate in bed. You remember those infamous words of “Till Death Do Us Part”. I know you heard them, either you have said them once, maybe twice, and if you was feeling real lucky three times. Wow you were on a roll, but back to the question in hand. Today we are talking about Till Disease Do Us Apart” as so many of us like to forget it does not exist. People often place this portion of their worries way back into the rear of the brain, as if it never really took center stage at all. But it’s commonly true nowadays, hey just ask the two girls I ran across the other day on my way across the World Wide Web. I met this one girl, I mean she was so lushes, lovely like a new born rose, she was strikingly beautiful, everything about her said you want this and I know how to make you want it bad too. She was not too young and never too old since she was so busy taking care of her ailing mother. We use to talk for hours as she captured my attention and held onto it like it was a vise located and stuck deep inside my heart. I wanted her to let go of it, but she would not, it seems she found a way to grasp a hold of it and just squeeze it tighter. We made plans to meet and how we were going to fulfill our destiny. This was such a beautiful moment for us, as our thoughts were sunken deep within each other. As quickly as the moment of love can enter into your heart, so can the destructive force encircling behind it, ready able and willing to pounce into any open crevice you leave asunder! I didn’t want to believe her when my phone rang with her screaming on it in pain. What was so stunning, so graciously astute beyond all the other’s that have come and gone, that these sounds I was now hearing could not possibly be real. I had a waiting question poised and cocked as if it had been pre prepared and, pre loaded, ready to aim, shoot it out, and then stand idly by awaiting an answer I know I was too afraid to hear. But this I was listening too was a “stand by for the interruption” we bring you a special bulletin kind of thing, that quickly sapped all my attention as the air quietly dissipated out of my heart, body and soul. I asked her what is going on, why are you screaming in so much pain. She told me it was nothing I should worry about, hiding and sitting in the confinement of her bath tub. The screams of her pain were agonizing to the ears and made me want to reach through the telephone in order to console her. I knew she didn’t plan to tell me, that she wanted us to get a little farther before she had to admit her painstaking mistake. I tried to calm her down the best way I could by telephone, but it only seemed to make matters worse, especially since I had no clue as to what was bringing so much pain upon her. Finally after hours of comfort, encouragement and feeling reassured, she broke down and told me the story. She was married at a young age and did not know of her husband’s infidelity until she began to experience vaginal warts. It was only after going through extreme bouts of pain did she finally get up enough courage to see a physician. She was shocked beyond her wildest dreams when the physician informed her of the potentially life threatening ailment. She was devastated, and lost all at the same time. How could this have happened, when did it happen? These were questions she has yet to receive an answer too, as her husband impassively denied ever concocting such an illness. But the physicians who informed her of this devastating news knew all along that the only way she had this disease known as genital herpes, was from the many woman her husband was laying around with. She didn’t know that when she had said those wedding vows, this was going to include, Till Disease Do Us Apart”. Wow I said, what a story and I am glad she told me, because this has truly enlightened me to the world of things that constantly goes on around me. I spent the rest of my time trying to console her in the best way I could. But nothing would ever take away the pain she has to endure day after day and the hurt of knowing how this was given to her must remain extremely difficult. It has been a while since we have last talked, in this time I met another fine sista in this same predicament and this has me wondering how many more are out there are experiencing this same situation –whether this be male or female. How many are telling their mates they have contracted such a disease and are keeping it from the ones they meet? This is a frightening thought when I look back on it; wonder if none of them had let me know until much later on until after I was committed! I mean we must all seek to protect ourselves, because we never know when this could happen to you and you and you?