December 2011

I suppose it could be said of me that I like a bit of a drama. Normally it's good fodder for sharing with friends over a bottle of wine. It's a bit strange, therefore, for my life to have begun to resemble a soap opera, but yet be in the rather unusual position of not being comfortable sharing certain life changing events of the last year with my nearest and dearest.

A year ago I found out I was pregnant. This came at the end of a rather dramatic year which included a cheating husband, subsequent divorce, new relationship, cancer scare...you get the picture. It never rains but it pours.

For a year which, to pinch a phrase from our monarch, had been my 'annus horribilis' this was fantastic news and my partner and I were thrilled and so excited about the future. 

But, five weeks later I was diagnosed HIV positive.

They say bad luck comes in threes. I can't really count my three strikes as bad luck, though, to a certain extent, they are more down to bad judgement, which was a bit hard to accept at first.

The 11 months since my diagnosis have taught me so much about myself, how strong my relationship with my partner is to have withstood it all, and what is important to me.

I'm watching the X Factor as I write (this is NOT one of the things I discovered are important to me) and someone is enjoying their 15 minutes of fame, singing Queen's classic The show must go on.

And so it must.

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