On October 28th, 2019, I got off from bed to prepare to go to the hospital for my recurring cancer, post-surgery results. It was around 3 am, I had not slept a wink, and it was precisely an hour fifteen minutes before the transport would show up outside my…
Going to university as a young black woman from a disadvantaged rural area in Africa is sort of a miracle. For me, it was not just about going to university. It was the fact that I was going to the university of my dreams. And to study for a…
I was 22 years old when I experienced my first episode of hot flushes. It felt like I was in a steaming pot and about to explode. What made the situation even more unbearable, was that I didn’t know what was happening. Or how to respond to the situation.
What…
On my last visit to my oncologist, I asked her if my condition qualified to be called a disability. And whilst the question may sound weird. I had to know. She asked me why I kept asking her the same question even though I had the answer right in…
When I first found out that I had cancer, I was terrified. The word cancer itself upholds a weight that is shattering, draining, and discouraging. To add on to the fear, I tortured myself by reading about cancer and watching fictitious cancer films where almost everyone with a cancer…
I was 18 when I got diagnosed with cancer and had just started attending university. Being a young black woman who was in transition from being a teenager and going from high school to university. I was going through a lot of personal change.
I grew up in rural areas…
