I never imagined myself sitting in a chilly hospital room, looking at a doctor who was unable to look me in the eye. He spoke in a heavy, nearly hushed voice. It’s the fourth stage. I apologise. We have exhausted all options. The room whirled. My ears are ringing. My two primary-aged children were the only thing on my mind. Without me, how would they manage?
That day, I felt numb and carried death in my chest like an unwelcome visitor. The ensuing weeks were a haze of costly prescription drugs, hospital stays, and excruciating agony. My hair went out, and my body got feeble. Friends ceased phoning. Some family members even began planning funerals without telling me.
I came across a Facebook post one evening as I was lying in bed, lazily browsing through my phone. Someone said that after seeing Dr. Bokko, they were cured of an unexplained disease. I initially sneered. Top experts had already given up on me, so how could a stranger help? To read more click here.
