Thursday, December 29, 2011
I love G!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Happy Birthday!
Its Dmitriy/Seth's 6th today. Does he know? Did anyone tell him? I know he'll be home by his next one! Along with his sister, Sarah! Happy Birthday my sweet boy!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas!
I have multiple Christmas posts running through my head. But I'll go with this one.
I went to a deaf coffee house Friday night. I am in my second year of taking ASL, and it was sign only. One of my friends from school, M, came and talked with me. I know him from our Christian Club, he's one of the leaders. I was signing with him, and its amazing to talk with him.
I want to point something out for you. The Lord of the universe, the God that breathes stars, that can make everything out of nothing, came as a BABY! People don't understand how amazing this is! He came as a BABY! THE GOD OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE CAME AS A BABY!!!! Why can people not understand that? It seems to me that its been, for lack of a better phrase, watered down, mellowed down. Most of us have grown up hearing it, so it doesn't seem like that big a deal. M gets it! He was 'freaking out' about it. We all should freak out! GOD HAS COME!
Christmas isn't about Santa. If it was, it would be called 'Santamas'. Frankly, Santa's creepy. He sneaks into your house, always knows when you've been bad or good, and eats your cookies. CHRISTMAS is about CHRIST JESUS!
I want to give you an example from the play I helped with:
The main characters were really excited because it was "only two more days untill Christmas and one more day till they got to perform their show in Town Square. But the pagent was then canceled, because it would cause too much traffic, and was a little old fashioned. The kids get together and go Christmas Caroling, trying to gain support. The first house has lots of fancy decorations and lights. But that couple is happy it is canceled, because "it kinda belongs in church, not the town square". "Why do they have all those lights if they don't like Christmas?" one character asked after the couple had gone back inside. Another character replied, "Oh, they like Christmas, its Christ they have a problem with." At the next house, the couple celebrated everything. "But if you believe in everything, you don't really believe in anything."
Where are you this Christmas? Do you know, that Jesus came as a BABY? Do you understand the magnitude of that? Let me know if you want to talk. I hope you all have a great Christmas, and a Happy New Year. Who knows what will happen next year?
I went to a deaf coffee house Friday night. I am in my second year of taking ASL, and it was sign only. One of my friends from school, M, came and talked with me. I know him from our Christian Club, he's one of the leaders. I was signing with him, and its amazing to talk with him.
I want to point something out for you. The Lord of the universe, the God that breathes stars, that can make everything out of nothing, came as a BABY! People don't understand how amazing this is! He came as a BABY! THE GOD OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE CAME AS A BABY!!!! Why can people not understand that? It seems to me that its been, for lack of a better phrase, watered down, mellowed down. Most of us have grown up hearing it, so it doesn't seem like that big a deal. M gets it! He was 'freaking out' about it. We all should freak out! GOD HAS COME!
Christmas isn't about Santa. If it was, it would be called 'Santamas'. Frankly, Santa's creepy. He sneaks into your house, always knows when you've been bad or good, and eats your cookies. CHRISTMAS is about CHRIST JESUS!
I want to give you an example from the play I helped with:
The main characters were really excited because it was "only two more days untill Christmas and one more day till they got to perform their show in Town Square. But the pagent was then canceled, because it would cause too much traffic, and was a little old fashioned. The kids get together and go Christmas Caroling, trying to gain support. The first house has lots of fancy decorations and lights. But that couple is happy it is canceled, because "it kinda belongs in church, not the town square". "Why do they have all those lights if they don't like Christmas?" one character asked after the couple had gone back inside. Another character replied, "Oh, they like Christmas, its Christ they have a problem with." At the next house, the couple celebrated everything. "But if you believe in everything, you don't really believe in anything."
Where are you this Christmas? Do you know, that Jesus came as a BABY? Do you understand the magnitude of that? Let me know if you want to talk. I hope you all have a great Christmas, and a Happy New Year. Who knows what will happen next year?
Saturday, December 24, 2011
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Merry Christmas my friends! remember, Christmas is all about Jesus! Read Luke 1:26-38; 2:1-20 to learn all about it! but, lets be honest, there are presents involved! Spend time with your family this holiday season, you never know who's life you'll change! Merry Christmas to all!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
My Heart Aches Tonight
For two families. Andriy's family will not be adopting him. Due to some political thing in his country, he has been transfered to a 'nursing home for disabled children' or something like that, and isn't available for adoption anymore. Molly was also taken. To read more about it, check Andrea's blog (in the links on the side, post titled Gone). It is good that now their needs will be taken care of, but two families are heart broken. Pray for healing in these families. And Vika has a possible family (Spud posted the worng picture I think).
Clarification: When I say Vika, I mean my blind Vika on the left. Victoria will be the one on the bottom.
Clarification: When I say Vika, I mean my blind Vika on the left. Victoria will be the one on the bottom.
Friday, December 16, 2011
:D
Remember this cutie from a few posts ago!?! ya... well she possibly has a family coming for her! Amanda emailed me telling me she was $175 short of the commitment cost! she is in desperate need of that $175! if you could please spare some loose change for her, that would be amazing if your wondering where to send/donate that $, check out her blog!
somehow, God WILL provide that $175!
<3 Spud
Sunday, December 11, 2011
My focus- New
Wow, so fast, Dmitriy already has a committed family. So, now I have picked a new child. This one took me a while, but I have decided on another blind child. Her name is Victoria. Here she is.
I added some more of her pictures on the side. Her is her Reece's Rainbow page info.
Girl, Born November 13, 2005
HELP, I HAVE ALREADY BEEN TRANSFERRED!
Victoria is too cute! She has brown hair and blue eyes, and is in the same orphanage as Andriy and several other children with Down syndrome. Victoria is a smart little girl and very *able*. From her medical records: congenital cataract of both eyes (blind), microphtalm, delay of psychological development. Outgoing, can walk independently, knows her way around in her group, is interested in studies, responds well when adults refer to her.
From a missionary who has spent time with Victoria: "What a sweetheart! Gentle, calm, outgoing, and very affectionate. She has made a lot of progress since she was at the baby orphanage. Vika has had some self-harming tendencies but the workers have been working with her on that… Whenever she would start banging her head they would pick her up, lay her across their lap and start massaging her back. Now, when she gets upset she goes to them and lays across their lap all on her own, no longer resorting to self-harming behaviours. Vika is independent and was walking around all over the room hardly ever bumping into anything. She doesn't speak much but she does say "Mama". She also knows how to let the workers know when she needs to go to the bathroom. They also said that her fine motor skills have greatly improved as well. Finally, she is a real snuggler. First thing she did when I called her over to me was climb up onto my lap. I tried to get better pictures of her but all she wanted to do was cuddle in close… how could I say no to that???" This orphanage is one of the good ones. Small, with all higher functioning special needs children of "preschool" age (ages 4-8). There were only 6 kids in Victoria and "Andriy"'s room and two workers caring for them. It was clear that workers care about them very much and showed them plenty of love and affection. The director is not only open to adoption, she is actively looking for families for all of the kids so that they don't have to be transferred once they turn 8-years-old! Unfortunately, "Andriy" and Vika are in the lowest functioning group and they usually have a hard time finding families for those kids… but maybe that's something RR can help with :)
$3757.80 is available towards the cost of my adoption!
I have more info from a missionary named Andrea (not Andrea Roberts, the Andrea that 'Just ONE more 4 Us?!' has mentioned in her posts), which I'll be posting occasionally.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
English Project
Make sure to scroll down and see my "Christmas Miracle" post. Kinda important.
So, got an English assignment today. 'Imagine giving up everything- no responsibilities, no school, no job, no sports, family or friends to wrry about. You have $2,000. You can do anything you want with it. What will you do? Where will you go?'
Of course mine is an orphan thing. This is it (we were supposed to do like journal entries. We had to involve some 'transendentalist' stuff, thats what the snow is about). I used the name Dmitriy, but has almost nothing to do with my Dmitriy. Let me know what you think. And I used two Reece's Rainbow pics
David. Supposed to be 'Maxim'. And Brandon, supposed to be 'Dmitriy'.
"November 20
Today I left my home. Embarking on this magnificent journey to my boys. My parents were hesitant to let me go, but now I am going. Most people look down at me for adopting my boys, for truly they are my boys, when I am only 11 years older. But who cares what the world says when my boys are waiting? Today I departed, for my boys, for Ukraine.
November 25
Much to be thankful for! I have arrived in Ukraine. After spending three days on a ferry from Seattle to Anchorage, AK, I took a flight from Anchorage to Kiev, Ukraine. George met me here, and drove me to this hotel. I checked in and have a room upstairs. George showed me around Kiev a bit, and today at 9am, I entered my son's building, and finally met Dmitriy. His brother, Maxim, is at another building about 100 miles from here. Dmitriy and I will take a train from Kiev to Torez, and go pick up Maxim. George explained all of this to me.
George is my translator, guide, and much more. He is older, probably in his sixties. He has thinning gray hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He is tall, and lean. He's been running around Ukraine helping me organize this for months.
Kiev is very beautiful, full of nature. There is a giant oak tree out front of Dmitriy’s building, and the leaves are piled up. It snowed today, and I felt enlightened by the beauty.
Today I met Dmitriy. I was ready to go at 8:30, and at 8:45, George picked me up in his car. We drove to Dmitriy's orphanage, and I was excited. I was finally going to meet him, after so many months of waiting. A caregiver took us around the orphanage, which wasn't in very good shape. Then we were led into a small room. Normally, George would have left at this point, but I asked him to stay, to help me translate. After 5 minutes, the door opened. And Dmitriy was led in.
Dmitriy is small, smaller than I imagined. Even though he is six, he seems as small as a 3yr old. His hair is short and uneven, like it had been cut in a hurry. He wore a red, fleece jacket and thick brown tights that functioned as pants. He saw me, and instantly asked his caregiver, "мама?" The caregiver nodded, and he shouted, "Мама!" and dove into my lap. He hugged me, smiling big. Then he jumped off my lap, and said something in Russian. “He said, ‘Come with me!’” George translated. Dmitriy took my hand and led me through his home. He was speaking constantly, and George translated every word. ‘Come on Mama,’, ‘This is where my friend sleeps’. Finally, he led us to his room.
Rows of beds line the wall, and rows in the middle. He led us to his bed, one in a corner with a small, light blue blanket. He showed us, excited to show everything. Then his caregiver called him over, for snack, George told me. He was sad for us to leave, but we needed to get me started on paperwork anyway. I was lead into the directors’ office, and George translated. I had to sign some papers, and then received a file about Dmitriy’s history.
I am shocked at what Dmitriy and Maxim experienced at the hands of their parents. The two were removed from the home after Maxim went blind from abuse. I can’t say anymore, I am so appalled. I spent some time with Dmitriy today, and I am so glad. I look forward in anticipation of the day that I don’t have to leave him there, which hopefully will be soon. I want them to both be mine by Christmas if possible. I am waiting for my court date, where the judge will see if I am fit to adopt Dmitriy and Maxim. It’s getting very late, and I need to sleep.
December 3
So much has happen in a week. Dmitriy is officially mine! I had court on the 30th, and the judge was pretty quick to say yes. Probably Dmitriy sold it to her, as he got up from his seat in the back, came up and curled up in my lap, saying ‘Mama’. He has a lot of energy, this boy. We took the train to Maxim’s orphanage, which took 2 days (the 1st and 2nd), and we met Maxim today.
George volunteered himself to watch Dmitriy for a while, while Maxim got warmed up to me. Dmitriy was a bit wild, and I didn’t want to scare Maxim. It had been four years since they had been separated. George took Dmitriy to a park, where George reported he loved playing in the new fallen, sparkling snow.
I went into the building, which was bigger than Dmitriy’s building. It was gray, with rows of windows. I was immediately led to the ‘meeting room’. I was given paperwork to sign, and more information about Maxim and his past. I found myself almost in tears at his past. Then there was a quiet, hesitant knock on the door. The lady giving me the info said something in Russian, and the door opened. Maxim entered. He had a long, thin stick in his hand, probably the closest thing he had to a walking stick. He wore a way-too-big shirt with long sleeves, and blue pajama pants. He wore slipper shoes, and white socks. He is skinny for his age, which is 7. His eyes were closed. He timidly came in, visibly shaking. The lady ordered him to do something, and he felt around for the couch. He sat, and laid his stick on the ground, between his feet. “Hi, Maxim,” I said, gently touching his shoulder. He still jumped. I had learned from his file that Maxim was studying English, and was pretty fluent in it. “You my Mama?” he asked. “Yes, I am adopting you and your brother, Dmitriy.” I said, slowly so could understand. He turned his face toward me. “Why me? I blind.” He said. “Because you are you, and you’re my son now.” I said. Tears began to flow down his face, and I found myself crying too. I hugged him, and he hugged me back, pressing his face into my shoulder. We sat there, crying for a couple minutes.
Maxim wiped his face with his sleeve. “Thank you. You are nice, not like my old mama papa?” He asked. “Oh, yes, I will make sure you are never hurt like that again. I am sorry I wasn’t here before now.” I said, hugging him. He reached up hesitantly and felt my face, getting a picture in his mind. I signed some more paperwork, and had to leave Maxim there, with promises that I would come back.
Luckily, I already got my second court date, the 15. If all goes well, we could be on our way home by Christmas!
December 15
Maxim and Dmitriy got to meet again today. I had court, and both boys came up. Dmitriy’s court date wasn’t really an official court, it was just granting me temporary guardianship, I learned today. But now they are officially mine. Their names are now Maxim David Alexander and Dmitriy Brandon Kristopher. I got their birth certificates, and am so happy that I can officially call them my sons (though I have been for months). George treated the boys and me to dinner and dessert at a nearby restaurant. He insisted, as it was tradition to take the new family out, or so he told me.
Dmitriy has quite the appetite; I didn’t know you could shove that much food into that small of a child! He ate a whole hamburger (his first one, I might add), a corn dog, and a serving of fries. Maxim ate more according to his size, just a small kid’s meal with chicken strips. Both boys enjoyed the food, as they had never had it before. At their orphanages, they just had Cheerios and fruit.
Seeing the boys enjoying the meal, and not worrying about their past, made me feel calm. This was what made life worth living, those little moments, when we don’t have to worry about the world, or what’s going on on Facebook, but can just relax and enjoy the tranquility.
I laughed, as George did, at the look on Dmitriy’s face when he took his first bite of ice cream, eyes wide. He loved ice cream. Maxim, on the other hand, more enjoyed the cherry on top of his sundae, and the melted fudge at the bottom.
We’re on the train right now, back to Kiev so we can fly home. I can see flakes of snow outside. They cover the land in white, and make it look clean. Dmitriy is asleep, curled up on the seat. Maxim is next to me, his head on my shoulder. I think he’s asleep. Even in his sleep, he is hanging on to his walking stick. It’s worn from years of age, and I think that’s why he likes it. We’ll be this train until the 18th, then we’ll fly back home. I think we’ll be home by Christmas.
It’s hard to believe that Maxim and Dmitriy are blood- related sometimes. Dmitriy is so loud and energetic. Maxim is quiet, reserved, and wise beyond his years. We were talking just a few minutes ago, about his family before. He brought it up. He said, “I remember seeing. Mama Papa mean, they hurt me and yell at me. One time, I wake up and I blind. I scared of them. You stay me safe?” He asked. He asked if I would keep him safe, and I promised him I would. He didn’t seem to talk anymore, and I didn’t push it. I know that he is still working on accepting his past, and is in shock that he has a ‘good Mama’ now. “Dmitriy is lucky. He doesn’t remember. But I do.” Maxim told me. Dmitriy is very, demanding, in that he always wants to be held. I think it’s because before he was adopted, he almost never got held. He loves the snow, and danced in the rain yesterday. I can’t believe they are really with me. It’s been a blast. Maxim said it best with “We used to be orphans, but now we have our Mama. Yay!”"
Today I left my home. Embarking on this magnificent journey to my boys. My parents were hesitant to let me go, but now I am going. Most people look down at me for adopting my boys, for truly they are my boys, when I am only 11 years older. But who cares what the world says when my boys are waiting? Today I departed, for my boys, for Ukraine.
November 25
Much to be thankful for! I have arrived in Ukraine. After spending three days on a ferry from Seattle to Anchorage, AK, I took a flight from Anchorage to Kiev, Ukraine. George met me here, and drove me to this hotel. I checked in and have a room upstairs. George showed me around Kiev a bit, and today at 9am, I entered my son's building, and finally met Dmitriy. His brother, Maxim, is at another building about 100 miles from here. Dmitriy and I will take a train from Kiev to Torez, and go pick up Maxim. George explained all of this to me.
George is my translator, guide, and much more. He is older, probably in his sixties. He has thinning gray hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He is tall, and lean. He's been running around Ukraine helping me organize this for months.
Kiev is very beautiful, full of nature. There is a giant oak tree out front of Dmitriy’s building, and the leaves are piled up. It snowed today, and I felt enlightened by the beauty.
Today I met Dmitriy. I was ready to go at 8:30, and at 8:45, George picked me up in his car. We drove to Dmitriy's orphanage, and I was excited. I was finally going to meet him, after so many months of waiting. A caregiver took us around the orphanage, which wasn't in very good shape. Then we were led into a small room. Normally, George would have left at this point, but I asked him to stay, to help me translate. After 5 minutes, the door opened. And Dmitriy was led in.
Dmitriy is small, smaller than I imagined. Even though he is six, he seems as small as a 3yr old. His hair is short and uneven, like it had been cut in a hurry. He wore a red, fleece jacket and thick brown tights that functioned as pants. He saw me, and instantly asked his caregiver, "мама?" The caregiver nodded, and he shouted, "Мама!" and dove into my lap. He hugged me, smiling big. Then he jumped off my lap, and said something in Russian. “He said, ‘Come with me!’” George translated. Dmitriy took my hand and led me through his home. He was speaking constantly, and George translated every word. ‘Come on Mama,’, ‘This is where my friend sleeps’. Finally, he led us to his room.
Rows of beds line the wall, and rows in the middle. He led us to his bed, one in a corner with a small, light blue blanket. He showed us, excited to show everything. Then his caregiver called him over, for snack, George told me. He was sad for us to leave, but we needed to get me started on paperwork anyway. I was lead into the directors’ office, and George translated. I had to sign some papers, and then received a file about Dmitriy’s history.
I am shocked at what Dmitriy and Maxim experienced at the hands of their parents. The two were removed from the home after Maxim went blind from abuse. I can’t say anymore, I am so appalled. I spent some time with Dmitriy today, and I am so glad. I look forward in anticipation of the day that I don’t have to leave him there, which hopefully will be soon. I want them to both be mine by Christmas if possible. I am waiting for my court date, where the judge will see if I am fit to adopt Dmitriy and Maxim. It’s getting very late, and I need to sleep.
December 3
So much has happen in a week. Dmitriy is officially mine! I had court on the 30th, and the judge was pretty quick to say yes. Probably Dmitriy sold it to her, as he got up from his seat in the back, came up and curled up in my lap, saying ‘Mama’. He has a lot of energy, this boy. We took the train to Maxim’s orphanage, which took 2 days (the 1st and 2nd), and we met Maxim today.
George volunteered himself to watch Dmitriy for a while, while Maxim got warmed up to me. Dmitriy was a bit wild, and I didn’t want to scare Maxim. It had been four years since they had been separated. George took Dmitriy to a park, where George reported he loved playing in the new fallen, sparkling snow.
I went into the building, which was bigger than Dmitriy’s building. It was gray, with rows of windows. I was immediately led to the ‘meeting room’. I was given paperwork to sign, and more information about Maxim and his past. I found myself almost in tears at his past. Then there was a quiet, hesitant knock on the door. The lady giving me the info said something in Russian, and the door opened. Maxim entered. He had a long, thin stick in his hand, probably the closest thing he had to a walking stick. He wore a way-too-big shirt with long sleeves, and blue pajama pants. He wore slipper shoes, and white socks. He is skinny for his age, which is 7. His eyes were closed. He timidly came in, visibly shaking. The lady ordered him to do something, and he felt around for the couch. He sat, and laid his stick on the ground, between his feet. “Hi, Maxim,” I said, gently touching his shoulder. He still jumped. I had learned from his file that Maxim was studying English, and was pretty fluent in it. “You my Mama?” he asked. “Yes, I am adopting you and your brother, Dmitriy.” I said, slowly so could understand. He turned his face toward me. “Why me? I blind.” He said. “Because you are you, and you’re my son now.” I said. Tears began to flow down his face, and I found myself crying too. I hugged him, and he hugged me back, pressing his face into my shoulder. We sat there, crying for a couple minutes.
Maxim wiped his face with his sleeve. “Thank you. You are nice, not like my old mama papa?” He asked. “Oh, yes, I will make sure you are never hurt like that again. I am sorry I wasn’t here before now.” I said, hugging him. He reached up hesitantly and felt my face, getting a picture in his mind. I signed some more paperwork, and had to leave Maxim there, with promises that I would come back.
Luckily, I already got my second court date, the 15. If all goes well, we could be on our way home by Christmas!
December 15
Maxim and Dmitriy got to meet again today. I had court, and both boys came up. Dmitriy’s court date wasn’t really an official court, it was just granting me temporary guardianship, I learned today. But now they are officially mine. Their names are now Maxim David Alexander and Dmitriy Brandon Kristopher. I got their birth certificates, and am so happy that I can officially call them my sons (though I have been for months). George treated the boys and me to dinner and dessert at a nearby restaurant. He insisted, as it was tradition to take the new family out, or so he told me.
Dmitriy has quite the appetite; I didn’t know you could shove that much food into that small of a child! He ate a whole hamburger (his first one, I might add), a corn dog, and a serving of fries. Maxim ate more according to his size, just a small kid’s meal with chicken strips. Both boys enjoyed the food, as they had never had it before. At their orphanages, they just had Cheerios and fruit.
Seeing the boys enjoying the meal, and not worrying about their past, made me feel calm. This was what made life worth living, those little moments, when we don’t have to worry about the world, or what’s going on on Facebook, but can just relax and enjoy the tranquility.
I laughed, as George did, at the look on Dmitriy’s face when he took his first bite of ice cream, eyes wide. He loved ice cream. Maxim, on the other hand, more enjoyed the cherry on top of his sundae, and the melted fudge at the bottom.
We’re on the train right now, back to Kiev so we can fly home. I can see flakes of snow outside. They cover the land in white, and make it look clean. Dmitriy is asleep, curled up on the seat. Maxim is next to me, his head on my shoulder. I think he’s asleep. Even in his sleep, he is hanging on to his walking stick. It’s worn from years of age, and I think that’s why he likes it. We’ll be this train until the 18th, then we’ll fly back home. I think we’ll be home by Christmas.
It’s hard to believe that Maxim and Dmitriy are blood- related sometimes. Dmitriy is so loud and energetic. Maxim is quiet, reserved, and wise beyond his years. We were talking just a few minutes ago, about his family before. He brought it up. He said, “I remember seeing. Mama Papa mean, they hurt me and yell at me. One time, I wake up and I blind. I scared of them. You stay me safe?” He asked. He asked if I would keep him safe, and I promised him I would. He didn’t seem to talk anymore, and I didn’t push it. I know that he is still working on accepting his past, and is in shock that he has a ‘good Mama’ now. “Dmitriy is lucky. He doesn’t remember. But I do.” Maxim told me. Dmitriy is very, demanding, in that he always wants to be held. I think it’s because before he was adopted, he almost never got held. He loves the snow, and danced in the rain yesterday. I can’t believe they are really with me. It’s been a blast. Maxim said it best with “We used to be orphans, but now we have our Mama. Yay!”"
What do you think?
'Another Incredible, Wonderful, Beautiful Christmas Miracle!'
A quote from the play I helped with this weekend at our church. 70 kids, 6 1 hour shows, 3 days, 5 adult cast, countless volenteers, and LOTS OF FUN!
Well, here's the miracle :)
http://reecesrainbow.org/3145/dmitriy114
Tell me, what does that tag say?
Well, here's the miracle :)
http://reecesrainbow.org/3145/dmitriy114
Tell me, what does that tag say?
Thursday, December 1, 2011
World AIDS Day
These are some of the orphans on Reece's Rainbow who are HIV+, in honor of World AIDS Day
Go to ReecesRainbow.Org for these kids info and many more.
Go to ReecesRainbow.Org for these kids info and many more.
Now a little info about AIDS/ HIV:
AIDS is a chronic, potentially life-threatening condition caused by the human immunodeficiency virus (HIV). By damaging your immune system, HIV interferes with your body's ability to fight the organisms that cause disease.
HIV is a sexually transmitted disease. It can also be spread by contact with infected blood, or from mother to child during pregnancy, childbirth or breast-feeding. It can take years before HIV weakens your immune system to the point that you have AIDS.
There's no cure for HIV/AIDS, but there are medications that can dramatically slow the progression of the disease. These drugs have reduced AIDS deaths in many developed nations. But HIV continues to decimate populations in Africa, Haiti and parts of Asia.
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