So I needed to know what happened to Elizabeth Glaser and her family after her book left on. Little tidbits I find, I'll add here for you to see. Unfortunally, she died in 1994, but her son, Jake made it, due to the efforts of his mother, family, and all the generous people who got involved in the foundation. Check it out.
http://www.pedaids.org/What-We-re-Doing/Stories-of-Hope/JakeGlaser.aspx
Showing posts with label In the Absence of Angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In the Absence of Angels. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
In The Absence of Angels...
Lately, I've started reading stories and biographies of extraordinary people. My goal is to learn from the experienes of others-see how they have dealt with hard times, how they have built themselves into the person they now are, or learned from their mistakes.
Right now, I am reading, "In the Absence of Angels," by Elizabeth Glaser. It's about a woman who discovers she has the AIDS virus and that her daughter and son have it too. Back in the early 80s when AIDS first started becoming recognized, after a complicated pregnancy, Elizabeth gave birth to a baby girl. Immediately afterwards, she hemmoraged and needed 7 pints of blood. The blood turned out to be tainted.
She only finds out about 5 years later. Her daughter contracted it through her breastmilk and son in the womb. It's a heartbreaking story but the story itself doesn't focus on death, buth rather pediatric AIDS, and the fight to garner attention, research, and funds.
I can't ever imagine losing a child, and I pray that I never have to experience that. And while my struggle can never even compare to hers or her family's, I hope I can learn more grace by following her example.
Right now, I am reading, "In the Absence of Angels," by Elizabeth Glaser. It's about a woman who discovers she has the AIDS virus and that her daughter and son have it too. Back in the early 80s when AIDS first started becoming recognized, after a complicated pregnancy, Elizabeth gave birth to a baby girl. Immediately afterwards, she hemmoraged and needed 7 pints of blood. The blood turned out to be tainted.
She only finds out about 5 years later. Her daughter contracted it through her breastmilk and son in the womb. It's a heartbreaking story but the story itself doesn't focus on death, buth rather pediatric AIDS, and the fight to garner attention, research, and funds.
I can't ever imagine losing a child, and I pray that I never have to experience that. And while my struggle can never even compare to hers or her family's, I hope I can learn more grace by following her example.
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