When my husband passed away three years ago, he gave me something to remember him by. It wasn’t material riches or the undying love of a soulmate – he gave me HIV.

“Last year, I fell ill quite frequently and lost a lot of weight even though my eating habits hadn’t changed. And I was also exhausted all the time.

“Naturally, I was puzzled by this sudden change in my physical health. When I passed out from a persistent fever, nausea and body aches, I was rushed to hospital. The doctors couldn’t explain what was wrong with me – I’d tested negative for dengue fever and Chikungunya fever.

“In jest, I asked for a HIV test. Looking back, I don’t know why I did that, and I certainly didn’t expect the result to be positive.

“When my doctor delivered the news to me, all I felt was shock and confusion. I never expected my husband of 20 years to die of AIDS; we were told that he died of complications from hypertension and heart disease. He was never tested for HIV.”