The Hill | September 18, 2022
Read the PublicationThe wailing is what I remember most.
Several times every hour, anguished cries would echo over the open-air corridors of the central hospital in Lilongwe, Malawi, leading us to pause our clinical rounds as we mourned the loss of yet another young life to HIV. Providing clinical care without access to HIV medicines in 1999 was heart-wrenching and left me and my Malawian colleagues deeply moved. Since then, I have experienced many highs and lows in medical care and public health, but never have I witnessed a set of inequities so troubling or in need of change.