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Mention the Peri-natal HIV Research Unit to anyone working in the scientific and medical fields of AIDS, and the names Glenda Gray and James McIntyre will pop into mind. For many women, the two are the angels that have saved their babies’ lives.
Until a few years ago, Helemina Nangoro (32) did not receive a salary for comforting people while they died of AIDS.
‘I am hungry. Can you give me some money for food?’ These words have become the norm for Lehlohonolo Mokone, an HIV counsellor who sits in front of his ninth patient for the day at a clinic in Brakpan, on Gauteng’s East Rand.
Professor Di McIntyre, chair of government’s Pricing Committee, tasked with determining a viable dispensing fee for pharmacists, spoke exclusively to Health-e.
A misleading press statement by the health department has caused confusion over the role of Medecins Sans Frontieres’ (MSF) presence in Khayelitsha in the Western Cape.
HIV specialist Dr Graeme Meintjes is known for long hospital ward rounds that can take several hours, while his colleague, Dr Kevin Rebe, is found racing along the corridors of GF Jooste Hospital’s antiretroviral clinic.
The woman pulls the navy anorak tighter around her tall frame, turning her face away from the howling southeaster pushing against corrugated iron shacks. She steps inside a dimly lit room where the young man sits up in his bed to meet her.
Around a quarter of South Africans could suffer from mental illness each year, while HIV/AIDS is systematically undermining all the health gains made in the post-apartheid era, according to the SA Health Review.
Global targets to reach universal access to antiretroviral treatment are vague and abstract and will result in the dealth of millions of people, a civil society report warned this week.
When soft-spoken theatre nurse Nomalungelo Konza lay critically ill in GF Jooste Hospital’s medical ward in 2003, her colleagues prepared for the worst. Her body weak from tuberculosis, she lay semi-comatose and many believed she would not pull through.
‘Morning Virginia! How are you? How’s the Kaletra? Okay?’ the diminutive woman hollers across the clinic passage.
Macassar residents have grown accustomed to seeing the figures of Emma van der Merwe, tall and upright, towering over her colleague Barbara de Wet, walking the streets of the Helderberg suburb, come rain or shine.
