Doctors Without Borders

I am a Kenya[n] currently studying in Canada. When my mother was first diagnosed with HIV/Aids in 2002, we all went into denial. The stigma and discrimination was rampant and the ARV’s were too expensive for us.

Thanks to MSF, my mother is alive, beautiful, strong, how can I best describe it! Alive and Kicking. There was not only the treatment, there was the nutrition and support group services.

My mother is now a community health worker in Mathare slum. MSF runs a clinic near this slum called the Blue House clinic, and yes, you thought right, it is painted blue.

The end, in some circumstances, justifies the end.

Happy 40th anniversary MSF.