Hi V and The Eye

Dr. Izza Italia | August 17, 2022

One warm busy afternoon, I was called to the ward and was asked to see a female patient in her late 50s, due to poor vision on her left eye. Auntie Beauty is referred to me by her attending physician, an infectious disease specialist. He wants me to check if her left eye also got some bugs, or a blinding eye infection that sets in after an overwhelming body infection in patient with an immune system so down, we called it, immunocompromised.

Auntie Beauty was lethargic when I saw her, barely keeping her eyes open, she’s fighting the stupor that’s setting in, against her cold, white hospital bed sheets. I politely and intently asked her to let me finish examining her eye. I moved smoothly and swiftly, with the intent of a thorough but comfortable eye examination. She has been continuously losing weight for the past 2 years, non-healing rashes on her hands, and frequent cough requiring hospitalization ever so often. But the couple of months was different. She lost appetite and wouldn’t eat. One eye slowly, sadly giving away its vision. So much so, that her condition steeply went downhill, landing her at our adult hospital ward.

Auntie Beauty was lethargic when I saw her, barely keeping her eyes open, she’s fighting the stupor that’s setting in, against her cold, white hospital bed sheets. I politely and intently asked her to let me finish examining her eye. I moved smoothly and swiftly, with the intent of a thorough but comfortable eye examination. She has been continuously losing weight for the past 2 years, non-healing rashes on her hands, and frequent cough requiring hospitalization ever so often. But the couple of months was different. She lost appetite and wouldn’t eat. One eye slowly, sadly giving away its vision. So much so, that her condition steeply went downhill, landing her at our adult hospital ward.

Once they agreed, I give an antiviral Ganciclovir injection directly inside her left eye and her attending physician, started to run an armament of antibiotics and antivirals, enough to contain her eye infection, a (Cytomegalovirus) CMV Retinitis. Days passed, she sit and stood up, and I saw her in the clinic, not at her bedside. I can perform a full eye exam on her. She is fully awake and conversational and can only agree that she was not herself the past few days. She looked brighter, the luster coming back after days of stupor, she only needs some sun and she’d be able to travel, red and slowly regained the normalcy and excitement of life again, albeit with her precious right eye. I said I will see her in a week. And if everything goes well, we can prolong her follow up appointment. If only she took the same medications 10 years ago. There are no mistakes, only lessons.

HIV is not the end. AIDS is not the end. There is hope. Medications work. Early diagnosis is key. Early treatment helps people get their lives back and enjoy their future. Containing the virus renders people non-infectious. They can continue to work, they can have families, they can travel, they can play sports, they can eat well, they can laugh well. Stop the stigma. HIV is not the end.