As I watched her gasping for air between coughing, I wondered what she was thinking as she lay there, her body literally wasting away due to AIDS. Mary was by far the worst patient I had ever seen while doing a home visit. She was too weak to speak or even squeeze my hand. Her skin was like burning coals as she lay covered under a thick blanket. The small room had 4 beds taking up almost every possible inch of space. This was the "house" where the mother, sister, and children were staying along with Mary. As I listened to the mother explain the situation to Aloysious in Runyankore, I wondered what Mary must have looked like before the disease took over. I am sure as a young girl in secondary school, infatuated by an older, man she never thought she would be on her deathbed at age 30. The mother told us that she married young to a man who was mean to her and beat her. After she became sick, he took another wife in town and left her in the village to die. As I assessed her, I knew it was only a matter of time before the disease took her life. What do I do....as a nurse I couldn't just leave her there to die?! But the mother said we could not take her back to the hospital....they had to wait for the husband to come and decide what to do with her. I can't imagine what it must feel like to be a stranger to your own husband. But many women here live as outcasts to their "co-wives" and are no more than a servant in their own home...caring for the children and preparing food. Knowing that we could not offer Mary and physical hope, we began to read scripture to her. As Aloysious read Psalm 23 she looked at me as if she was at peace....she knew she was going home...to a real home to live forever with her Savior. Mary had Hope in what seemed like a hopeless situation, but each day thousands of people die of AIDS without this Hope.....oh that they might "Rejoice in Hope" (Rm 12:12).