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Whitman-Walker became a shining example of how HIV-AIDS care could be humane and holistic. Staff and operating costs ballooned, and by the mid-2000s, the financial picture was dire.
Though Blanchon had been working in managed care in Baltimore, he already knew of the clinic’s problems when a recruiter put a bug in his ear in 2005: Whitman-Walker was looking for a new leader.
When Don Blanchon lingers too long in the lobby of this sleek, bright clinic with the bubblegum-pink-and-white cross in the window, patients will collar him. Here in the entryway to one of the nation’s leading HIV-AIDS treatment clinics, discretion is a virtue. The kind of guy who would tell patients that they’ll have to find a way to pay.
“Mmhmm, mmhm,” Blanchon says, leaning in so their voices don’t carry.