As usual, I struggle to make an introduction. I missed this place. I missed doing this. I hope to keep up though.
God still exists. He is real. If you doubt him, I hope this post helps to relinquish your hunger and thirst for his existence. I was awfully uncertain about sharing my journey to healing with hundreds of people (soon to be millions) but I was super roused by a lady from twitter who our struggles were a bit alike.
December 5th 2020, my struggles started. My body and it’s operation began to change. I started to feel weak in and out but physically, I had to put up a disguise that I was fine. People would see me and compliment me. Some would even say “Look how fleshy your face and body is. You’re glowing”. Yes I was glowing, but the part about being fleshy wasn’t what I enjoyed. I remember posting a video and someone commented on how bloated my tummy was but it’s me. I never fail to wave off negativity without comic relief.
As time went by and my body started to experience changes, my flow came after waiting two months and three days! The first day up until the third day was normal; the fourth day, I felt heavy. My tummy felt heavy. It wasn’t just the feels. It was also that the bloating became twice as bad as it was. I would eat and it would feel like I had just eaten three square meals in one sitting. I was scared but I had to mask my fear.
After the 5th day, my flow stopped. This is normal; in the morning, I felt the rush of blood. I got up from my bed almost immediately and wore my pad. This time, I had to double up. I was bleeding. This isn’t normal. I didn’t want to confide in anybody. I wanted to give my body time with the hopes that it would go the same way it came but it didn’t. I kept on bleeding and doubling up my pad till January 1st 2021. I couldn’t believe it! I was bleeding for almost a month. It was seemingly impossible but it was happening. While in church during the crossover, I went outside and cried for a bit. I was so scared. I started connecting my situation with the woman with the issue of blood in the bible.
Nope! I wasn’t going to let this happen to me. I wiped my tears and went back inside church. I told myself that after the New Year celebrations, I would tell my mum and sister about it. On the 3rd of January 2021, I told my mum and fortunately, my sister was there. She told me I could have “Uterine Fibrosis” but I should go to the clinic for checkup. Trust my mum to give her own “African Reaction”. After the “round table” discussion, I remember driving out with my brother to get fuel. We got to the filling station and it was time for me to come down and get airtime while my brother filled up the car tank with fuel. Immediately I got down, I checked myself if I was stained because it became a norm for me. I was unfortunately. The whole of my gown at the back was soaked with blood; even the car sit. My brother on noticing just told me to not worry about the airtime that he would do a transfer for me.
Naaaaah! This wasn’t going to be my story. I definitely wasn’t going to allow myself live like this. The next day, I woke up as early as 6, did what I had to do and set out for the hospital. I got to CAPITOL HILLS and did the necessary payments for a consultation with the doctor. While sitting and waiting for my appointment, I was on constant look out for stains. Finally, I got to see the doctor! I remember asking him if I should be worried about my situation and he said YES! Bleeding for a month wasn’t normal. After checking my blood level and other things, he asked me to go for a pelvic scan and make sure I see the gynaecologist. After hours of waiting, I did my scan and went to see the gynaecologist with my result!
“YOU HAVE A GROWTH OF FIBROID OUTSIDE YOUR UTERUS! IT IS JUST 3.5CM” I couldn’t believe it! This wasn’t my story! This isn’t how my story is supposed to be written. I told him to please repeat the result and then he laughed and did. I was fidgeting! He recommended some drugs and I had to go to the hospital pharmacy to collect them. I remember my mum’s reaction when I told her the result. “God Forbid it Rukky!! Tell the doctor make e clean e mouth! Rukky nor be your portion”
I smiled. Lightly. But that was my situation. I had fibroid and it was growing in me! That was the reason for the bloating, the weight and the prolonged bleeding. I took my drugs from the pharmacy and started heading home! I had to take BOLT back home because I was super soaked with blood on my trousers and I wanted to just get home comfortably.
That week was hell for me. The drugs came with nasty side effects! Dizziness, Headache, Pains, Huge Blood Clot Depression, e.t.c. The annoying part of everything was that the drugs given to me wasn’t meant to stop the flow. It was meant to reduce it! I cried though! I cried my eyes out! My family and partner was super supportive of me but I was going through it!
My Dad! God bless him for me. He came to my room one day and asked that he sees me. He then told me about a herbal drugs that he came across online. He told me that I should make my research on it and get back to him with my thoughts. I did. I had given up though but I did my research and got back to him about it. The price was humongous! That was just my concern and he said “You’re my Child. What concerns you, concerns me. What affects you, affects me. I’ll do anything for my children. I will get the drugs for you but you have to put your faith to test”.
Then I did. I ordered for the drugs and started taking it with prayers and my mustard seed faith. I left home and continued with my prescriptions.
GOD DID IT! My prayers and mustard seed faith had worked!! It stopped! The bleeding stopped! I continued my prescriptions. A month after, I began to flow again which was completely normal. On Sunday of that month, as early as 5, I woke up with tummy upset and the urge to go to the toilet. I sat in the toilet.My fears came back again. I cried for a bit. In the midst of it all, I heard a drop! It wasn’t poo but a huge chunk of blood clot!
Guess What? The Fibroid had shrinked and come out!!!!!!!! God did it! God really did it! I got my healing! The journey wasn’t easy but I got my healing!
God is real! God works! God heals!
This post is to appreciate him and also advice everyone out there that has a problem. Talk to him! He listens! He hears! and while doing this, WORK! Faith without works is Dead! Pray and Work for your miracle!