In 1984, when my brother came down with the mysterious disease that came to be called AIDS, the diagnosis was a death sentence; today it is a disconcerting and traumatic, but not fatal, surprise. Thanks to a miraculous cocktail of medications, countless Americans are living with the disease with few symptoms and tolerable side effects.
Many others are also living with the disease, but they are undiagnosed and therefore untreated. And a surprising number of them are women over 50. Women like you and me. The heterosexual transmission rate of HIV …