A reader emailed me wondering if my failure to provide any health updates was some kind of bad sign. Nah. My latest bloodwork was among the strongest I've had in fourteen years of being HIV-positive: undetectable viral load and my CD4 cells near an all-time high. I'm grateful for having employer-based insurance, private and public sector research, good doctors whom I had the right to choose, the pharmaceutical companies and lucky genes. I cannot forget those I left behind, or the terror - and I mean terror - of the past. But I figure the best way to remember the unlucky ones is to live well until I die. And one day, maybe, this country will stop discriminating against people with HIV and repeal the Jesse Helms provision that keeps me and many others from becoming a citizen of the country we love. But gay HIV-positive immigrants are not exactly popular right now, are they?