This is a fictional health dramatization written by YEN.com.gh contributor, Naa Adzoa Adzeley Boi-Dsane. Naa is a level 200 Medical Student at the University of Ghana, Legon. She writes fictional stories based on medicine and her articles aim at educating as well as entertaining the public on certain issues that children with special needs face.
I remember when everything started to go wrong. I think I was 4 then; because the psychologists say you hardly remember anything before the age of 3. So yes, I was that young when people started to call me cat; Not because I belong to the Felidae (Cat family) but because my eyes resembled that of the tapetum of the cat - it shines in the night. First, I was called an evil spirit.Then they invited the "Medicine Man".
He consulted his oracle - that was when I was pronounced a witch. My parents could not believe their ears - their little angel has now turned into a witch. It was when my eyes began to grow bigger than my head that my parents decide to hold their horses on superstition and seek medical advice.
My family lived on less than 4cedis a day. So paying for medical bills was not in our options and that's why we sought the help of the gods instead. But we realised that nothing was happening. Did the gods fail us? Well, I agree with Ola Rotimi that they are not to blame when we know the right thing and decide not to do it.
After some tests, I was diagnosed with retinoblastoma - it simply means cancer of the eye. My NHIS card could not help me much because it could only cover paracetamol and some other over the counter drugs but it couldn't cover the surgery and the drugs needed for my treatment (ectoposide and carboplatin). So we were told to go home till we can afford the treatment.
We watched and we prayed for a saviour each day and each night. That was when I got to know the history - all my 4 other previous siblings had died even before I was born from this same disease just because my parents did not have enough money to cater for the surgery. For the fourth child, my parents were able to raise the money for the start of the treatment but when they got there they were told it was too late.
This may be fiction but right now there is a child in Ghana with a similar story who is watching, praying and hoping to get well enough before it is too late. Let's not bury them alive. Please help save a life by donating in either cash or kind and contacting the numbers below. Remember, a stitch in time wouldn't just save nine but as many children as your money can cater for. Thank you for reading.
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