I actually worked with AIDS patients in the mid-nineties. I was on a pulmonology floor dubbed "deaths doorway." Nurses would cry when they were pulled there. The youngest was an 18 year old hemophiliac. There were all walks of life. Gay men, a rape victim, transfusion case, hemophiliacs, etc. The worse was a girl who's boyfriend was an IV drug user. As she lay dying she was passing large clots and coughing up blood. She was so upset because here she was dying and NO ONE would come see her. She had a three year old her family wouldn't bring to say goodbye to her. She was so angry that she was throwing blood clots at the staff! No one wanted to go in. One of the nurses on my team and myself decided to suit up and talk to her. We told her we knew she was angry and scared but we would not let her die alone. We took turns all shift charting in her room so she would know someone was there. Luckily the dayshift saw how much this calmed her and continued. How sad it must be to be so scared. I am happy to know that I may have helped her in her last day. When I came back on shift I found out she had passed away. No one should ever have to feel so alone.