Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Advent of Antiretroviral Therapy in South Africa


The history of HIV/AIDS and response to the raging epidemic in South Africa has been a tumultuous one to say the least. The first case of AIDS in South Africa reported in 1982 was of a homosexual man who had contracted the virus while in California. It was over 20 years later in 2004 when the government finally began making antiretroviral treatment publicly available. It's sobering to think that was only 9 years ago. Here's a timeline and description of what happened in that HIV/AIDS landscape during that period.

BMSF started unrolling HIV/AIDS treatment programs in 2001 (with SA government's blessings of course) with specific target populations, like pediatrics, and were moving ahead with general adult populations by 2004. One such treatment centers funded by BMSF was the CDC Clinic at Ladysmith Provincial Hospital, which is also part of in the Impilo Yonke Mental Health and HIV/AIDS project I'm involved with. Here are some images from the hospital.

Tune in to the next post about my time in the CDC clinic.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Breast Cancer in Swaziland


The Kingdom of Swaziland is a landlocked country, roughly the size of the state of New Jersey, situated northeast of South Africa. It's one of the few absolute monarchies still remaining, and as such has two capitals: Lobamba, the royal capital, and Mbabane, the administrative capital. It is here in the Mbabane breast cancer clinic that I've been scoping out a possible project with the Swaziland Breast and Cervical Cancer Network (SBCCN).

Breast cancer is the most common cancer in women in both the developed and developing world. There is a widespread belief that cancer plagues mostly higher-income countries; however, that is not the case. For example, almost 50% of breast cancer cases and 58% of deaths occur in the developing world. Although incidence and survival rates vary greatly worldwide, survival rates are lowest in developing countries, attributable to lack of early detection programs, leading to high proportion of late-stage disease presentation, lack of adequate diagnosis and lack of treatment facilities.



This is the outpatient building of the Mbabane Government Hospital in which the breast clinic runs. Patients occupy every available space in the corridors from early morning waiting to be seen. Babies wailing, children screaming, adults chattering- if I closed my eyes, the sounds would lead me to think I was rather at a busy market. 

There is currently one oncologist in the entire Kingdom of Swaziland...and he's from Cuba. He is a jolly fellow who's been in the country for a little more than a year now. His English is very basic (his conversations are mostly composed of nouns, pronouns, and present tense verbs) and he calls everyone "my friend." I learn that he's 1 of 19 Cuban physicians here. There's a bilateral exchange agreement between the governments of Cuba and Swaziland, in which Swazi doctors go to Cuba to train and Cuban doctors go to Swaziland to provide much needed specialist care. It's mandatory public service; instead of being drafted for military service, you're drafted for medical mission. 

In the course of 4 hours, we saw 39 patients. That's nearly 10 patients per hour! Documentation is a meager process here, as notes are scribbled into the patient's Health Card. This is the equivalent to the medical chart, but instead of staying with the institution, patients carry it with them at all times (and it can get pretty ragged).


Patients come for screening, examination, follow-up, and referrals. The clinic takes place in a very small room containing a desk, chairs, and a room divider that separated the examination table. There were 7-8 people in the room at any given time, with 2-3 different patients, leaving very little patient privacy or confidentiality. This was the epitome of a HIPAA compliance nightmare.

There are not many options for women who are found to have breast cancer here: either surgery or do nothing. There is no availability of radiation, chemotherapy, or targeted therapy. Hormone therapy is available, like tamoxifen, but the tricky part is that testing is not done here to determine whether the tumor is estrogen/progesterone receptor positive and whether therapy is warranted. Patients who can afford it come to South Africa go to seek treatment. The Swaziland government used to have a program to send breast cancer patients to SA, but for unclear reasons, the program no longer functions. Most patients are from rural areas, and they struggle to collect enough money to ride the taxi bus, or kombis, to the clinic (~R5 or $.50). Even when early screening and diagnosis is achieved, it sometimes is fruitless as patients can't afford to come back for follow-up. Until the time Swaziland expands its health care delivery system, most patients who are diagnosed will go untreated. 

Monday, November 4, 2013

October Breast Cancer Awareness Month


The Swaziland Breast and Cervical Cancer Network (SBCCN), a NGO sponsored by BMSF, recently ended a month-long campaign to raise awareness of breast cancer in October. It started with a ceremonial launch that included official remarks from the Swaziland Department of Health, WHO, and BMSF. The most exciting parts were by far the traditional singing and dancing by Swazi women. Here's a taste:


Last weekend, my colleagues at BMSF and I participated in the 10km Brave the Breast Walk (it was really more of a hike) up Sheba's Breasts. Named after the legendary beauty and mysterious Queen of Sheba from Ethiopia, who supposedly seduced King Solomon, these distinctive twin-peaks rise above Ezulwini Valley in Swaziland. The views as we ascended the mountain was absolutely breathtaking. Southern Africa has such a natural beauty, and hiking has by far been one of my favorite activities. Swaziland is no exception.


Before the walk with the Royal Swaziland Sugar Corporation, the main sponsor for the walk.



We finally made it to the top!


We relaxed at Mantenga Waterfalls on our way down. Having dipped our feet into the fresh, cold water, we were so relaxed that we lost track of time and were the last participants to return to the finish line. :)