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spent a fortune on food and vet care for feral and misplaced cats, dogs, ewes, hawks, raccoons and horses who rarely understood the help we providedas a result, we often got bitten, scratched, pecked or kicked while trying to save their lives Weve learned that it is safer to fulfill our urge to rescue animals by financially supporting wildlife from afar and letting the pros handle things There is a manatee and a timber wolf living the high life somewhere thanks to my hard earned dollar But, God help me if a wounded, dazed raccoon stumbles down the road in front of my car Im putting on the oven mitts I carry in my trunk especially for situations like that and Im going to get my furry friend into a box also always in my car, just in case and Im going to take him to the wildlife center, rabies be damned One time, I collected a vulture with a broken wing He lay quietly on a blanket on my back seat, until a squirrel ran out in front of me I jammed on the brakes and the vulture tried to keep his balance by flapping his good winga move that somehow tossed him into the passenger seat A guy in a pickup truck next to me at a red light looked at my winged copilot with his mouth agape I guess I did look a little crazy with the giant, black, flesh eating bird sitting quietly beside me, but I dont discriminate when it comes to the kinds of things I will try to save Worms, bugs, bats, rats, snakes, weasels and raptors all deserve to live, too After all, a rat is just a squirrel with no fur on its tail Whether one is cute and the other is vermin depends entirely on how you look at things Several months after our dolphins were given to us, my mom, sister and I found ourselves on different planes, my mom from New Jersey, Tracy from Washington, DC, and me from Atlanta, traveling to a land of sunlight and sand to see them We met at the Miami airport in a flurry of giddy hugs and collected our rental car My mother careened with uncharacteristic speed out of the airport piloting the Dodge Intrepid over an endless series of little bridges linking the archipelago in the Gulf Stream toward Grassy Keyhome of the Dolphin Research Center We hurtled between wide swaths of blue sea, over hump after hump of paved arches as if we were tracing the outline of the back of a Brachiosaurus The name of our carthe Intrepidperfectly characterized our journey None of us was sure where we were going next in our lives, but we were going there full throttle My sister, who was then twenty six, was dating her husband tobe Josh and studying law in DC I was twenty eight, working as a freelance writer and recovering from a heartbreaking divorce Andrewmy dashingly handsome, sweet first husbandand I had split up a mere eleven months after getting married in the spring of 1994 During our marriage, weekend after weekend, we woke up on Saturday mornings wanting to do profoundly different things Andrew wanted to play golf and have me wait for him in a crisply pleated tennis skirt at the country clubs nineteenth hole I wanted to search the woods in camouflage pants, looking for animal bones, antlers, turtle shells, feathers and nests to add to my collection of natural curiosities that Id started years ago As a child I spied a bleached cow skull at the edge of the woods while riding around a golf course in the cart with my dad Wed picked it up, and my dad, who painted as a hobby to unwind from days of working as a CEO, placed it on the kitchen table and spent weeks integrating its form into his various water color landscapes Bones had always been things of beauty to me to Andrew, they were dirty and strange Sadly, Andrew and I didnt realize we were irreconcilably different until we were already married He wanted me to make the homemade breakfasts hed never had as a child I never cooked, preferring stacks of syrup slathered silver dollar pancakes at IHOP I would talk endlessly and loudly about my feelings he would listen, saying little in response Not that you could ever reduce three years of love to pancakes and how we expressed ourselves, but these things pointed to fundamentally different ways that we moved through the world, ways that would not allow us to do that side by side unless one of us changed who we were And we both liked who we were We just hadnt known ourselves, or been able to express who we were clearly enough to the other before we decided to spend the rest of our lives together We parted brokenheartedly as friends As my mom, Tracy and I hurtled that day through the Keys, I was still reeling from the double shock of marrying such a seemingly perfect man who was so perfectly wrong for me and the notion that I was starting my whole life over at twenty eightso soon after I thought Id figured it all out I briefly dated one man, Antonio, post divorce, but had called off our relationship just months after it began when it was clear that I was unready to give my heart to someone new My mother was married to a man named Frank, whom she married the same year Andrew and I did, two years after her divorce from my father My parents, who had been married twenty seven years, split up when I was twenty five Subconsciously, I thought that my marriage to Andrew might help bring everyone back together Little did I know that the fabric of even the most tightly knit families runs the risk of being torn to shreds by the stress and the expense of orchestrating a black tie wedding for hundreds of people And that when a marriage is over, the canned happiness of a party will never glue it back together My mom, my sister and I had all recently made choices that changed our lives forever, and we were still in that stage between making those choices and finding out whether or not they were the right ones And so, we were filled with a certain lightnessamplified by being three grown women on the loose for a long weekend with nothing to do but sit in the sun, eat, drink rum, talk and play with dolphins My mother had uncharacteristically tied her shoulder length dark brown hair back in a loose ponytail with a scarf Normally, it fell about her shoulders in soft chocolate curls I wondered if shed left her hot rollers behind I hoped so I had almost never seen my mothers thick, dark wavy hair uncurled As a young girl, I used to love going in to kiss her good night after shed emerged from the shower, fresh and warm, wrapped always in a bathrobe that felt like a stuffed animal She would twist her wet hair into a Carmen Miranda esque pile of terry cloth on her head, the weight of which pulled the corners of her eyes up exotically By the next morning, her dark mane was inevitably blown dry and curled She rarely went out in public without looking like a movie star Not that she had to try to look like one Because of her beautiful bone structure and thick cascade of hair, a quick swipe of her frosted coral lipstick was all she needed to look glamorous It seemed a promising forecast of fun for our Florida girls weekend that my mom had let down her hair As we sped southward down the highway, I noticed that Tracy, who is two and a half years younger than I am but whose elegant and stoic queen mother like disposition makes everyone think shes older, also seemed atypically relaxed She wore a scoop necked tank top, which exposed of the delicate winter white skin of her dcolletage than she typically allowed I worried that the sun would make mincemeat of her skin, but knowing her, shed already slathered herself in SPF 40sjust in case a ray of sun crawled in through the tinted glass of the car Id made a mixed tape for our journey with a little Johnny Cash, some Elvis and a lot of Grateful Dead As we drove, I stuck my hand out the window and let the wind slide hot and dry down the underside of my arm into my loose sundress I kicked off my shoes and pulled the ponytail holder from my shoulder length blond hair the breeze blew away the stress of a long winter My mom turned the radio up and we all belted out Good Lovin at the top of our out of tune voices Laughing at how awful we sounded, I was reminded of my grandfather saying, If all the birds in the forest with bad voices stopped singing the woods would be a very quiet place There was something to that together, we sounded fine After nearly two hours of driving and a stop at the Shell Man where I added to my collection of natural curios with the purchase of a red Bahamian starfish, curls of conchs that replayed the oceans pounding roar in my ear and a giant nautilus polished shiny by the tumbling wavesironically, the symbol of eternal life , we arrived at the Dolphin Research Center ready, as their website suggested, to get wet with a dolphin The center had rehabilitated the original Flipper the inspiration for the movie , whod famously gotten stuck in a fishermans net, and befriended the man who saved him Since then, the center has rescued, studied and advocated on behalf of all species of marine mammals Its work was instrumental in stopping the slaughter of whales I was highly skeptical that Id meet my actual dolphin would I be able to recognize her from her picture, anyway but the trainers at the Dolphin Research Center promised us that we would be personally thanked by our dolphins for my mothers generous donation After registering, we went to our rooms and eventually reemergeddressed in bathing suits and pareos, ready for orientation In a classroom made of several wooden benches under a thatched roof, we listened to a sun cured man in a big brimmed hat and a zinc oxided nose describe the history of dolphin rescue and research He told us how, when the hurricanes came, the staff lowered the underwater chain link fences that formed the dolphins paddocks so they could swim to safety in the open ocean He said the dolphins almost always came back I felt much better knowing that the dolphins my mom was supporting were semiwild I would not want her to endow dolphins kept in chlorined captivity in touristy resorts forced to swim with screaming children or get no fish for dinner The rule at the DRC was that it was up to the dolphin, not the guest, whether or not there would be swimming that day Using a large plastic facsimile of a male dolphin, the trainer showed us where it was safe to stroke the dolphin and where it was ill advised to do so the swipe of a human hand on the wrong part of the dolphins anatomy could arouse an affection that could be deadly We nodded solemnly and promised to keep our hands above the water Anyone who doubts the intelligence of dolphins needs only to see the complexity of their call signs to understand their brain power The trainers summon the dolphins to the surface with large, white, intricate symbols made out of wood, fastened to the end of long poles they dip into the water As my mom, Tracy and I stood breathlessly on the AstroTurfcovered dock in our bathing suits, a trainer lowered one of the giant swizzle sticks into the water and waved it aboutnothing He waited a bit and then, switching sticks, plunged another under the surface of the lagoon Suddenly, I saw the dark blur of a dolphin twenty feet away He jetted for the surface and erupted with a comical grin on his face, landing on his back in the wake of his own splash, chattering his triangular teeth, begging for fish We applauded I have no idea why, but I clapped my hands together like a small child at the sight of this magnificent creature who stared back at us with curiosity and penetrating intelligence There is something unnerving about looking into the eyes of a beast so attuned to natures subtleties that it can sense a hurricane hours before the most sophisticated technology can detect the same atmospheric disturbance One by one, we slid into the sea to play with the dolphins At the trainers suggestion, I twirled around while treading water, splashing my hands on the gray green lagoon On the trainers command, the dolphin attempted to copy me He stood up on his tail and spun in circles, smacking the water with his fins The dolphins can sense things we cant If youre scared, they swim slowly If youre brave, they speed up They refused to pull one young woman, trying repeatedly to take her back to shore The dolphin trainer asked if she was sick She said no The next day, she shared with us what the dolphins had perceivedthat she was newly pregnant When it was my turn for my favorite game, the dorsal pull, I swam out to the middle of the lagoon and spread my arms I felt the pair of 500 pound dolphins beneath me, stirring the water with their massive bodies, which move as a single muscle As they rose from the deep in tandem, I grabbed hold of their dorsal fins tightly they pulled me across the water with an exhilarating jerk I let my legs go limp dont try to swim, the instructor had said Just go with their flow They circled around and around, taking me farther out than they had the others I laughed out loud, my mouth filling with foamy seawater They seemed to know I was having the time of my life Maybe they knew that it was the last time I would ever feel this free I first discovered the lump while I was waiting on the dock for my second turn to swim I dropped my arm to swat a sand fly on my thigh and the inside of my wrist brushed against a bump the size of half a golf ball nestled in the groove where my leg met my body I pressed on it It didnt hurt It was just unsightly I looked over my shoulder for Tracy, wanting to show it to her, but she was out in the water, being swept up by the dolphins When she returned to the dock, I showed the bump to her and my mom neither of them seemed alarmed The thought that something was threatening my life never occurred to me For the rest of the weekend, my mom and Tracy and I played with the dolphins, flew across the glassy surface of the lagoon on wave runners and added rum floaters to our pia coladas at dinner, singing along with the acoustic guitarist who serenaded us at the waters edge as the sun sank into the sea When it was time to go, we vowed to make a yearly ritual of our pilgrimage When I got home to Atlanta, the lump in my groin still hadnt gone away, so I went to my doctor and showed it to him He seemed as unconcerned as my mom and sister He said it could be mono, or cat scratch disease, and proposed a litany of tests, including one for HIV just to be safe I barely paid attention when I signed the waiver for the HIV test Id been tested throughout my life and didnt think there was any way I could have been exposed to the virus Even when they called me a week later to say that the results of my blood work were inconclusive and that Id need to come back in to have blood drawn I wasnt worried On the phone, the nurse explained they needed to do some follow up test, but that she didnt know why At the doctors I sat in an exam room, patiently reading After twenty minutes, a nurse came in, told me my doctor was running late and asked, Do you mind waiting in the doctors private office We need this room to examine another patient That should have been my first clue that something was awry Why not just send me back to the waiting room But thinking I had no reason for concern, I said, No problem, and followed her down the hallway to my doctors office The nurse opened the door and offered me a seat in a big, black, leather La Z Boy recliner in front of an oversized TV Can I get you something to drink she offered If Id known what was coming, I would have asked for tequila Instead, I asked for a Diet Coke So, this is what my doctor does while Im waiting for him, endlessly, I joked, pointing at the humongous TV set She smiled professionally and showed me how to use the control wand to adjust the angle of the chair and to turn on the different massage modes There was a moment when it seemed a little strangeme, wiggling away in this huge recliner, watching The Jerry Springer Show in my doctors private spacebut I quelled the instinct to listen to the sudden small ache deep in my stomach Had I been a dolphin, feral and free, I would have left the scene that was about to unfold But as a human trained to ignore natures most obvious signs, I just sat there, relaxed Any subconscious knowledge I might have had that something was wrong was overridden by the perpetual optimism that was, until then, part of my emotional composition Id been carefully conditioned to think that if I followed the laws of society, Id be protectedexcept from the things that no one could ever be protected from, like serial killers, errant asteroids and plagues The illusion of control had been drilled into me at places like the Barclay ballroom dance classes in my hometown of Princeton, where at the age of thirteen, I first clutched the hands of young men through the safety of white cotton gloves the freezing chop of the Connecticut River at dawn, where I stroked the eight woman varsity crew for Trinity College and the sand arena of my British, Olympian riding coach, Carol As long as I did the right thing, my instructors taught me, I would be safe I moved the chair around, watching the emotionally torn up people on Jerry Springer swing wildly at each other as plainclothes policemen tried to restrain them I was astonished that people could hurt badly enough to be oblivious to humiliating themselves on national television I wish I could say I was reprimanding myself for watching the misfortune of others, when the door banged opened and a squadron of people in white lab coats walked into the room But the truth is, I was thinking how glad I was to have been born and raised in a world far, far away from that of Jerry Springers guests And then, suddenly, I wasnt merely watching other peoples lives fall apart on daytime television I was smack dab in the middle of my own Jerry Springer moment I knew from the doctors faces, and their number, that whatever it was, it was bad Had I contracted some rare tropical disease from the dolphins Was the man on the far left, who was not my doctor, from the government Were they going to quarantine me Would I get to make some phone calls I started to feel as if I were in a sci fi movie I thought about those films where people get sucked unwillingly into medical experiments and awaken in water filled tanks with strange plugs in their bodies My doctor coughed nervously and one of the nurses switched a file folder that was clamped beneath one elbow to the other As she whisked the folder across her body, a giant gold liquid filled syringe fell out It stuck in the carpet, swaying back and forth on its pointlike a sinister metronome, counting away the last seconds of my innocence As soon as I saw the syringe, I knew something terrible was about to happen Whatever it is, I said to the group dressed forebodingly in white in front of me, however bad it is, please do not stick that in me The needle was long enough to penetrate through clothes, fat and muscle, deep inside a body where the sedative would work immediately It was strong enough not to break during the thrashing of a disturbed soul No one looked at me while the doctor told me the news He turned off the TV, cleared his throat and said, I dont know how to tell you this, so Im just going to tell you Your blood work shows that you are HIV positive I am so sorry I took several half breaths I dont have cat scratch disease I asked, frantically hoping he would say, Oh, did I say HIV I meant cat scratch disease No, Im afraid not, he said gently, his tired eyes searching my face Turn it off Please, turn this chair off, I said, fumbling with the control wand, trying to get the chair to stop vibrating So this is why they brought me in here to relax me before telling me the news A nurse came over and pressed a button on the control wand and the shaking stopped How long, I wondered, is long enough to jiggle before youre relaxed enough to be told youre dying Twenty minutes An hour A day The rest of your life, whats left of it Is a gentle lower lumbar massage really going to calm your pounding heart so that it does not splinter your ribs I looked at them looking at me we were all speechless I knew a new kind of quietone caused by a silence that falls when there is only one person in the room who should speak and that person cant say a word I couldnt even grunt The weight of all the unuttered answers to the questions ricocheting around my head intensified the silence It just couldnt be Id been so careful Prudish, even Id never used IV drugs and Id almost always used a condom My mind spun over the faces of my past partnersbut Id been fine and theyd been fine and were all healthy and I was healthy except for this virus now It was so strange I looked perfectly okay, felt perfectly okay, and yet was in the midst of a life or death battle with a virus that would soon wither me like a plant with no roots I couldnt move My body felt two dimensional I closed my eyes The three letters floated around on the black insides of my closed eyelids, swirling, connecting, disconnecting and reconnecting in various triumviratesVIH, IVH, HVI, HIVlike a maniacal bowl of Alpha Bits cereal My mind exploded in every direction great and unbearable fear at the notion of a slow, humiliating, painful death grief so penetrating it felt like the air had been let out of my soul ecstasy that I was free of everything I never wanted to do the feeling that all was very, very wrong inside of me and a weird certainty that I wasnt going to die from this Turn it back on, I said Please, turn the chair on The nurse came bumbling toward me again Here, I said, handing her the control She stabbed at the buttons with her square tipped, ruby colored nails, happy to have something else to concentrate on besides my face I wasnt crying Didnt look scared Wasnt angry Because I was in lobotomizing shock The kind I imagine passengers experience when the airline captain comes on the PA system and says, Thats it, folks Im sorry Theres nothing else I can do God bless and keep you Over and out Ive always liked to believe that when you really know something unspeakably horrible is about to happen, your mind saves itself, shutting down to avoid having to register what it knows is coming Maybe they were wrong Maybe there had been a mistake Perhaps I was going to make history as the first person diagnosed with HIV for whom both vials of blood had been accidentally switched in the lab They had to be wrong People dont die from disease at twenty eight People who are in their late twenties die in a flash, a crash, an OD, a shot They dont have time to think about it No one faces death on a day when cream white clouds swirl in the blue tea of the sky Death comes on dark nights, the wind undressing the trees, howling in complaint of their bony nakedness It comes to people left alone in a pool of bodily fluid on the roof of an abandoned parking garage, or in a bed after months of prolonged, body withering sickness, or in an explosion of light and glass and metal and sound People dont die on beautiful days when the promise of a party brightens the drudgery of a work day, drawing the neighbors together to share cheer, the ice in their crystal tumblers tinkling like tiny bells My neighbors party Can you imagine their faces when I called Hi, listen, its Regan I was just diagnosed as terminally ill this afternoon and I dont think Ill be able to join you after all I hope you understand Would you like me to drop off the brownies anyway It seemed unthinkable that death could intrude so rudely and prematurely into my nicely planned life I looked at the doctor, and asked, How long How long do I have to live I dont know, he said A year Maybe two HIV progresses much quickly in women Unless you can identify when you might have gotten it, its hard to guess One year How will you know if its one year or two I asked desperately Well test you again soon Well also see how your viral load changes over time What about kids I asked in a tiny, breathless voice No, the doctor said Sex I whispered Probably not a good idea, he said As if anyone would ever want to get near me now The nurses flanking the doctor looked like altar boys dressed in white, standing at rapt attention, well rehearsed in the proceedings, waiting patiently for their cue to act I wondered if they were religious, and if so, if they were praying for me How are you doing the nurse asked She pointed to the syringe still stuck in the carpet It had stopped swaying Time was up You want some help I could just give you a little bit It might make things easier, she said No, I blurted out I wanted my head clear to think I was going to die, sexless for the rest of my life, without the ability to leave behind a legacy in the form of a child Not only was I going to have to tell my mother, father and sister that they would lose their daughter and sister, I couldnt even give them a part of me to hold on to after I was gone The reality that I had HIV moved slowly through my mind The idea was as easily digestible as a large chunk of metal It just couldnt be What about all my friends whod been so much wilder They were okay Why wasnt I All that sex Id not had for the sake of good health and propriety and self respect and this was what I had to show for it A deadly STD My mind wheeled like a kite in a crosswind Who had done this to me I thought about my past boyfriends Andrew, my ex husband Antonio, my most recent ex boyfriend We had broken up several months ago how was I going to tell him I worried about everything at once that he gave it to me that I gave it to him that even though the results of my past HIV tests indicated otherwise, that Id had it a long time and had given it to others, too that he would kill me if Id given it to him that he would kill himself when I told him I had it that I would kill him if hed given it to me that Id kill myself for getting it that I would die I knew Antonio for a year before we dated he seemed so clean and safe He had a nice family He sang to me and let me drive the boat with his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulders when we went waterskiing on a nearby lake He washed my hair, tenderly, with a sponge and a bucket at the barn when the power was out after a thunderstorm It was hard to believe he had the capacity, or intent, to kill me Do you have someone to go to the doctor asked Who could I go to with this But I said anyway, Yes, I have someone Im giving you a prescription for some medicine to take away any anxiety you might feel Dont be afraid to take it Im also giving you a phone number for an infectious disease doctor and a counselor who specializes in these kinds of things, he said Ah, these kinds of things He handed me small slips of paper with phone numbers and the prescription I noticed he put down a quantity of only six pills Not enough to end it On the way out of the doctors office, they asked me to pay my bill They should not do this Perhaps they bill you on the spot because they worry you will go home and blow your brains out In case youre wondering, they charge you 250 to tell you you are dying.For ten years, Regan Hofmann lived a double life To the world, she was a woman from Princeton who went to prep school, summered in the Hamptons and rode Thoroughbred horses She had a great job, a loving family and friends and looks that made men turn their heads From the outside, she seemed to have it all On the inside, though, coursing through her veins and weighing heavily on her mind, was the truth that she was HIV positive At first, Hofmann faced her mortality alone, shamed by a disease society considered the exclusive property of gay men, injection drug users and sex workers Burdened by her secret, she withdrew from the world she once knew Over time, though, Hofmann began to accept her mortality and HIV and reconsidered the way she wanted to live her life After nearly a decade of silence, Hofmann did what she never imagined having the courage to do she came out to the world about what she was going through Regan Hofmann not only has the courage to fight HIV and the debilitating stigma that surrounds it, but she writes about her experience with unflinching honesty and a deep affection for the family and friends who support her I Have Something to Tell You is a memoir of disease and survival, and an inspiring account of a life driven by a sense of purpose and a search for love in the face of the unthinkable More than anything, it is a story that reminds us that while life can change in an instant, we each hold the power to decide how we use the time we have With humor, vitality and an unquenchable passion, Regan shows us a life fully lived. 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    • I Have Something to Tell You: A Memoir (English Edition)
    • 4.5
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    • 308 pages
    • Regan Hofmann
    • Anglais
    • 23 October 2016

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