I lost mum, dad and sister to HIV in blood scandal

It was a devastating time in my life when I found out that my family had fallen victim to the HIV-infected blood scandal. My mother, father, and sister were all infected with the deadly virus unknowingly due to contaminated blood products.

As the news broke, we were all in shock and disbelief. The toll it took on our family was immense. We were faced with the harsh reality of losing our loved ones to a preventable tragedy.

My mother, who had always been my rock, was the first to succumb to the illness. Her strength and resilience throughout the ordeal were remarkable, but ultimately, the virus took its toll on her.

My father, once a pillar of our family, also fell victim to the virus. His tragic demise left a void in our lives that could never be filled. The pain of losing him was unbearable.

And then there was my sister, my best friend and confidante. Her bright smile and infectious laughter were gone too soon. The thought of never hearing her voice again haunted me.

As I came to terms with the loss of my entire family, I vowed to honor their memory by advocating for justice and accountability in the blood scandal that had claimed their lives. I sought to raise awareness and prevent similar tragedies from happening to others.

The road to healing was long and arduous, but I found solace in knowing that my family’s legacy would live on through my actions. I dedicated my life to fighting for the rights of those affected by the blood scandal and ensuring that their voices were heard.

Although the pain of losing my loved ones to HIV would never fully fade, I found strength in the memories we shared and the impact they had on my life. Their presence would always be felt, guiding me through the darkest moments.

As I continue on my journey, I carry with me the love and lessons my family imparted on me. Their spirits live on in me, propelling me forward in the fight for justice and remembrance.