I found a moving story on the web by a revert sister who has HIV. I think it's really a good reminder and test for us all. You can read the whole story at For Every Sickness, There Is A Cure - Even HIV.
We were talking about people with terminal diseases, and so forth. I asked, "What about a person with HIV (not even full blown Aids)?" Their responses were so unenlightened that I asked them where they had gotten their information. It was like talking to people that believed in every stereotype and myth that they had ever heard of. They said they wouldn't hug the person, or wouldn't let them around their kids because they were afraid they might breathe on them (since no one knows how the illness is spread). They also said that the person would have to be gay. I then asked, "But what if someone you knew were raped and contracted it that way?" Their answers were still the same. In essence, they would cut off all communication. And these are Muslims - I am not speaking of the Kufar. They had no mercy, and because of that, I spent another year in isolation before a sister from South Bronx befriended me. When she asked me why I wasn't married, I broke down and cried so hard that she could see that I was suffocating from grief. After I made her swear not to tell anyone, I told her. She cried too, and said that it was okay. She reminded me that the only judge was Allah (SWT) and asked me to come back to the masjid. She also recommended that I make Tawbah (repent and seek forgiveness) from Allah, and encouraged me not to stop taking my worries to Allah, particularly at night, because in reality, He was my only friend.