The numbers we use to attempt to give some shape to the astonishing amount of people literally dying of this disease are estimates. We don’t have real numbers because we’re not being counted.
Think about that … we count all the early stagers, somewhat obsessively. But those of us who are actively dying, there is little attempt to count us.
I matter. I need to be counted.
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