Time is so valuable

I thought when I retired I would have so much time on my hands with nothing to do.
Little did I know I would end up being retired at the age of 45 with a diagnosis of AIDS. Taken account of my wild days of tramping through bar after bar and countless one night stands and the denial that it would never happen to me, I suppose it was inevitable. But there I was in a hospital with a t-cell count of 25 and PCP. Time marched on and I took the time do something valuable. To do my best to get as healthy one can in my condition. I took my meds and I found a way to channel my sorrows and woes into something positive. OK, I'm not sure positive is the word to use for someone who is HIV+. But positive I am. I no longer tramp through bars, instead I walk gently and quietly through my life of volunteering and being the best Grandma and Ma and friend, I can be.
The one night stands are only a vague memory with no regrets or shame. This is who I was and I have nothing to apologize to anyone for. Time didn't count back then But now I know that Time is Valuable