One of my daughters, Elizabeth, was one of the first patients on antiretroviral (ARV) treatment at the CTA. She was really ill and vomited a lot. She wasn't eating anymore, and she died on 26 December 2003. She was 34 years old.

Two months later, I got really ill. I was scared. I wasn't on ARVs yet.

My other daughter, Michita, took care of me. I couldn't even wash myself. So I sat in this little blue basin and she helped me wash. While se scrubbed my body, she'd say to me, "Mama, you're not going to die. You've all your children to look after. You can't die". [? Denise/MSF]