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My Beloved Friend Tony; Clarifying some info

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I'm writing this just to clarify something about my dear friend, Tony who passed away December 28th of '09. He did pass away from chronic liver disease and the complications thereof. How he contracted the Hepatitis C is what I have been asked about, and granted, no one has asked me in a rude nor hurtful manner, but I would like to clear it up for the record.
Tony DID NOT contract Hep C which developed into the Cirrhosis, from sex, drugs nor alcohol.
He worked for a company in the Freeport center back in the late 90's early 2000's (I am horrendous with dates, so I may be corrected on this) and was ran over by a forklift. He had one leg crushed and required surgery and blood transfusion. This was determined to be where he contracted the Hep C.
Now, me, on the other hand, oddly, also contracted Hep C shortly after, but I did contract mine from a BF who was an IV drug user. But for whatever reason, within 3 months, without any medication (my Dr. and I were discussing options) I was Hep C free and still am. I was unaware, but a small percentage of ppl actually can shed the disease and be free from it's evil ravages. I have no clue how & why I did. Apparently medical science is still unsure of the exact how, but it does happen. I wish my whatever-it-was could have been shared with Tony and cured him as well.
I leave you with this;
Try not to judge, remember there is a bigger backstory. My Tony was an amazing person. I'll never, ever meet anyone who comes close to being as UNselfish, kindhearted and loving to all as he was.
He had fought his disease for so long, I actually began to take for granted that'd he'd continue to be among us, he'd gotten so ill, many times, yet ALWAYS pulled out of it back to his old Tony The One & Only Lord Anthony/Englishspawn himself. I wasn't the only one who thought this...but I will always feel guilt for not pushing myself past my social phobia and seeing him more often. Some would like to use this as ammo for some self-righteous, selfish trip they're on inside their silly fat head, but I will say this, missy, you do not and will not ever know what existed between Tony and I. So get past it. This isn't a contest and nobody 'owned' Tony nor his love and feelings, least of all you. He 'belonged' to us all. He was an incredible gift from the Universe and without him in my life, I would not be the person I am today.

I shall now go cry.
<3
~L
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