Several weeks ago, while having brunch with a friend in New York City, I overheard two late twenty-something women talking about a mutual friend who was undergoing treatment for cancer. The blond girl in the seat parallel to me (and one foot away) said, “Yeah, and I think she had to get a blood transfusion.” Her brunette friend responded, “Oh, that kind of sucks.” The blond girl replied, “I know, I feel so bad.” Then there was a long pause.
The brunette returned to the conversation with a whisper as she cut into her fried blue cheese stuffed date wrapped in bacon, “My dad doesn’t think you can get HIV from bodily fluids. So ignorant.” They snickered in unison. This is when the wheels in my mind started spinning and I stopped eavesdropping.
I looked at my plate. A mountain of deep green organic arugula leaves garnished with walnuts and pear slices, lemon juice and olive oil, sat atop it. I pondered the great irony of the moment. There I was, a 35 year old woman who has been receiving blood transfusions every few weeks since the age of three to treat a rare genetic anemia called beta thalassemia major (my body cannot produce functioning red blood cells on its own), adhering to a vegan diet, listening to two seemingly healthy women talk about cancer and “the virus that shall not be named” over a plate of fried cheese and bacon. I wondered if the two women were aware that their food choice was carcinogenic (i.e., cancer causing).
Beyond contemplating the very different methods that my neighbors and I used to fuel and nourish our bodies, I thought about the friends I had made throughout the years who literally committed suicide because of the social stigma attached to having a blood disorder. A heaviness sank in my chest. My mind grew dark at the absolute sadness and terror I felt over the subject of their conversation. Then I wondered what it was that makes us fear, whisper and poke fun at certain diseases? Is it because in the 90’s people began associating blood disorders with promiscuity and drugs? Maybe we think some diseases are less painful and easier to manage than others? Or is it because certain illnesses are viewed as being more lethal?
Today’s medicine has made HIV a chronic medical condition. Of course, it can be passed on to others through direct contact of bodily fluids, where most other diseases cannot, but unless you’re planning on having sex or sharing needles with someone with HIV, there’s no need for caution.
Humans believe that their minds make them superior to other inhabitants of the earth. The collective ‘we’ believe it is right to dominate and kill other animals for selfish purposes. ‘We’ believe that the earth’s land and its resources are there to use as ‘we’ please, and ‘we’ have uniformly agreed that certain life threatening diseases are more socially acceptable than HIV and other less known disorders.
Social acceptance of a disease is expressed through certain words and behaviors. If someone has cancer, for example, the topic can be boldly and honestly discussed. We understand and honor hair loss. But if someone has HIV, the conversation becomes soft, secretive, and often times mocking. We do not accept symptoms of this disorder.
How do we move away from our impulse to criticize what we fear and move into a more loving and inclusive mindset? When someone brings up the topic of a disease that makes you feel uncomfortable, ask yourself why you feel the way you do. Are you responding to your thoughts with irrational fear and ignorance or intellect and compassion? Are you educated on the topics that you are commenting on? Have you rightly determined if the topics you feel intimidated by pose a real or imaginary threat to your life? Remind yourself that all humans, regardless of medical status, need love, desire a sense of community, and seek health and happiness in their lives.
If you eat poorly (i.e. fried foods, processed foods, animal products), know that you are putting yourself at greater risk to develop a serious disease that will force you to experience pain, medical responsibilities, despair, and an overwhelming sense of your own mortality. As someone who began making routine hospital visits since the age of six months, who had no choice but to kept alive by transfusions of red blood cells from an early age, and who regularly goes to the hospital for medical treatment, I can tell you that when adults get sick, no matter what disease they face, they all respond with dread, terror and a fear of rejection from society.
My life and good health have been a blessing that has forced me to reflect upon some heavy issues. Humans are awakening into compassion for those who live with difficult health complications, because our food choices have made us more diseased and because the internet has brought many topics to our attention.
No one deserves to be negatively judged, labeled or seen as an outcast. To quote the ancient Roman Playwright Terence,“Nothing human can be alien to me.” Before you, a friend or a loved one becomes that person who needs to be reminded that they are loved and accepted, I challenge you to awaken into compassion now. Love each other equally. Let’s evolve together.
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