The Last Words of a Dying Woman

In her hospital bed she narrated the painful story . . . then she died.

But the story was a lesson to many. For the wise learn from other people’s mistakes and not from their own mistakes.

This is the painful story of Cate…

It all started when I was in high school. Exams were hard; we even called them ICU (Intensive cramming unit). A friend told me of how Marijuana would calm my mind and that I could read day and night. I tried for the first time and it worked pretty well. The next time I had this feeling of stress without much thinking I went into it again.
“On a further medical diagnosis it was discovered I was HIV positive.”
* Before I could realize what I was doing this became a trend.

I was doing it often. I even joined a club of some students who were known to be drug addicts. Within some few days of joining the club a friend of mine suggested I take cocaine for marijuana was for the simple. Cocaine was a hard stuff meant for the tuff people.

I tried and the feeling it gave me was comparable to none. I had never felt like this before. I felt so good. I could not wait to get my next dose. The drug was expensive but I would rather steal than miss the dosage. From time to time I broke into other students boxes to get money to spend on the drugs.

For a month I was successful but after a month I was caught by other students, which led to my expulsion from the school. I went home but my parents could not believe it. They vowed never to finance my education again. With no income and the intense desire for cocaine I could do anything to get money. That’s how I joined prostitution. I sold my body in return for money. Can you imagine that?

I would con men, steal from them, get severe beat ups but I did not relent in my efforts to get money. But every action has a reaction. More intake of cocaine made me look awful. No man would like to be associated with me and I could not get any more money. I suffered from cocaine withdrawal. I almost died then.

* I survived and cleaned up thanks to the rehab.

Sooner, my parents started a business for me. I worked hard and started prospering. I even extended the business room and everyone was happy once again.

I started getting a persistent cough that could last unusually long. After one month I visited a clinic. I was diagnosed and given the drugs. But the cough was persistent. I was referred to another hospital. On a further medical diagnosis it was discovered I was HIV positive. I didn’t believe it but I had no ground to deny. I had once prostituted.

I have suffered for many years. Tuberculosis, headaches and diarrhea have reduced me to who I am right now.

* I am unlikable and dying. Watch out . . . !

Author: National Addiction Resources

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