HIV in 2000s: Love, betrayal and a calling

I often wonder how people find it in them to stay after a betrayal. Especially a betrayal that comes with a death sentence. It is one thing for a person to cheat, but for there to be a constant reminder or evidence of the cheating is on a whole other level. I admire those women and men that can look beyond their own needs and still care for the person that hurt them the most at their deepest core. She is very inspiration.

Tonya Rasberry dialed her husband's number, her composure shaken and her nerves numb.

She dreaded the call, but her husband picked up immediately.

"I got my test results back," she told him.

For a brief moment, silence hung in the air.

"What'd the doctor say?" he asked.

For the first time, the words fell out of her mouth: "I'm positive, too."

Rasberry heard his telephone drop -- it clattered against the hospital's tiled floor. She could hear his muffled cry -- the painful, gut wrenching cry that shakes a person so hard they can't make a sound.

"I ruined your life," he would tell her later. "I killed my family."

Her husband had AIDS. And now, she had HIV.

Rasberry could have thrown him out of their home, gathered their three kids and left him. Instead, she chose a different route.

She forgave him.

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