A diagnosis of HIV: God had nothing to do with it
It didn’t seem like my college-age patient Quincy had any idea what was in store when I entered the exam room.
“Hi Dr. Rifkin,” he said with a warm smile as I sat next to him. Quincy (not his real name) had been my pediatric patient for years.
I didn’t delay. “Hi Quincy. I’m afraid I have some terrible news. Your lab work came back — you’re HIV-positive.”
His head went back slightly. …
A diagnosis of HIV: God had nothing to do with it
