Today I woke with a very clear head and a bit more energy. I would like to share my thoughts as I have been in a deep brain fog the past 10-12 days and very fatigued but doing ok. I am an American expat living / working in China, SEA for many years and retired last October with my lovely wife and 12 y/o son here in Northern Thailand. Discovered I had the virus a few months ago from drug use in the late 60's early 70's. I do not have health insurance nor the cash that Gilead charges for the meds, so like many of you I turned to the net and found Gregg J who showed me the way. I signed up for redemption trials last month but was one of the very few that could not get the meds delivered to me through Thai customs. I was then planning a trip to India as I have travelled there on numerous occassions for business over the years but was not thrilled with the prospect. Meantime Gregg turned me on to a trusted vetted contact Mr G, in Bangkok. If you read Greggs Amazon book about his experience, this same Mr G is mentioned in the book and helped him while he was in India. Long story short I bought my meds in person in Bangkok from Mr G for THB 42k ($1200 USD). Sof/Led HEPCVIR by Cipla. Started my tx on June 7th. If you read my thread on telling my mom I have HCV you will know that I have always hidden my past drug use and was always deeply ashamed of it. This disease has made me confront those past demons and while never 100%, I have pretty much forgiven myself. So, I was planning to head back to the US (Boston) when this ordeal is over to spend time with my 90 y/o mom but had a thought. Why hang around here in Thailand when I could travel back to Boston, be with her, and do some good old fashioned activism. While not an Abby Hoffman type I was involved in the Vietnam antiwar protests on the Boston Common back in the late 60's and early 70's and am sure there is some file buried somewhere in the NSA/FBI with my name on it. Funny but that is also the same period that I was actively using drugs and likely caught the virus. It was a strange time going from a carefree 17 y/o growing up in a nice suburb of Boston to having to register for mandatory draft to Vietnam on the day you turned 18. You grew up quickly. I have several friends that never came back, may they rest in peace.
I just confirmed my flight to Boston for next week and am filled with outrage about what the system (big pharma) is doing. My thought other than telling my story to everone I meet is to simply plant myself on the steps of the golden domed statehouse at The Boston Common simply holding some kind of sign or placard.
SENT TO YOU
I am so ready for this and have no issues with putting my face in public on the streets. What do you think ?
Feedback is welcome.