TB: Return of the Plague. BBC 4 9pm written and directed by Jezza Neuman

Tuberculosis is something we don’t really need to worry about here in the West. We used to get inoculated against it at secondary school and it was a rite of passage about how big the needle was how little it hurt (ouch, ouch). There was a little BCG stamp on your shoulder that showed you were a real man, and women could be real men too, with the same little stamp on their shoulder. Tuberculosis was a thing of the past associated with tenement buildings, and writers and poets sloping off to pen their last notes in sanatoriums.  Like the great flu epidemic of 1919 that killed more than those involved in the First World War it is remembered and forgotten at the same time. But TB remains the second most common cause of death from infectious disease.

          Last year there was an article in The Observer Magazine about the return of TB, a new and aggressive strain that was killing homeless people in New York. The modus operandi is a simple one and it applies equally in Swaziland were this film was made. The TB victim becomes infected. They spread the disease by coughing, sneezing, droplets in the air we breathe. In planes, of course, it’s all recycled air. The victim feels better and stops taking their medication. TB returns in a new and attenuated form. Conventional treatments, that worked fifty or seventy years ago, are no longer effective. TB has mutated into a new and more pathological form.

          In Swaziland it’s a national emergency. A quarter of adults have HIV, which has a stigma no one wants to admit to and TB has associated connotations. Bhekki, for example, is a football fanatic who works a builder and has TB. We watch him over a year degenerate and complain and threaten suicide. He needs to take ten tablets every day. The cure can be worse than the sickness. His sister also has TB. She loses so much weight from vomiting they have to stop giving her medication. She dies and we watch Bhekki helping to dig her grave and bury her.

          Nokubegha is a twelve-year-old orphan and has TB. It is likely she got it from her mother, who died of the disease. Her seventeen-year-old brother who cares for her does not have the disease initially helps care for her. But the risk of her infecting him is too great and she’s moved to the National TB hospital where she can receive her treatment and injections every day. The hospital sign says its open twenty-four hours a day. But there are only so many beds. Treatment can take two to three years for adults. We watch as it proves ineffective and patients die. Some commit suicide rather that carry on with the cure. Two care staff, even with the protocols in place, also become infected. Nokubegha is a success. After six months she is no longer infectious and is allowed to continue her treatment outside the hospital. The Return of the Plague is a wake-up call to us in the West.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03qljf1

Comments

Nine years ago in Exeter I knew a man who had recently been homeless and who had TB. He lived in my workplace. The community night nurse and the nursing assistant would come round at 6am sharp every morning to ensure that John swallowed his meds. The early hour may seem harsh, it was because John would go out drinking every day and sometimes wander round the centre of Exeter and 6am was a safe time to catch him at home before he started. He was Ok when I banged on his door to wake him up. He had to comply with his treatment for at least six months and then get screened for TB again before he was 'in the clear'.

Found this so distressing. TB in homeless drinking men has hit highs in the UK as well. It's a real fear and it's close and I find it very frightening.

 

Hi Jack

Not many years ago, one of my husband's grad students from Iraq got TB while he was here in Manchester. He was a strict vegetarian, and with very little catering at the University  for those of that persuasion, he ended up eating very little, which I suppose affected his immune system. He did recover eventually, but my husband told him he had to eat meat to effect his cure - and being a very persuasive sort of person, he convinced Victor to do just that. He's now working at a University in Canada.

Lots of us are missing John and Janine.

Jean

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