More than 7 years back, I had issues with my breathing, I remember countless nights of compulsory snoring and even when awake, as it was just so embarrassing. I remember, I often times was woken up by my mum anytime I’m was on break or holiday, to pray with me, use Robb on my forehead, nose and all. I remember my compulsory hot or warm food, drinks and baths. Gosh it was a lot for me at that time, I remember sleeping and waking up a particular day with a sharp pain and looking at the area, it was practically red-faced. I remember moments while we had morning devotions in the hostel (cos I stayed in the boarding house) when I was told to wake up but really I wasn’t sleeping, but my loud breathing sounds made my house mistress think I was. I remember being always excluded from dusty tasks and even any smoky areas. My mum really did a lot, God bless her beyond doubts.
I eventually went for a chest scan cos of constant chest aches as well and was on some medications, I was constantly with Robb, it was my major trademark then. Hmm, It was not a nice one for me. During that period I had some other things but thank God for Him and people around me (my family).
Yeah, the scan showed nothing was wrong with my chest cavity. But eventually had to go to UITH in Ilorin for another check up with my Mum. There I got to know I had a mucor growth in my nostrils and this caused the difficulty in breathing. I was scheduled for an Operation at their ENT (Ear, nose and throat) and had to come back a week or so after that.
I remember one of the days during this period, my sister went instead with me. And while on our way, something happened – the cab we boarded alongside others were all held up (traffic control). After a while the cars were given a pass by the warden (or traffic light, not too sure) and all of a sudden we heard a bump sound – all I saw was someone got hit by the cab we were in. And in a flash, he went off the other side, close to the gutter. It wasn’t a nice experience at all. We all alighted and the driver had to rush the young lad to a nearby hospital cos he was unconscious (in shock) and wounded. We then boarded another cab to get there in time for the appointment I had with the consultant.
Yeah, back to the main story: My meeting with him again with my mum after I was rescheduled was brief and he assured me it wasn’t something serious as such. We were then taken in an ambulance to the ENT section and was put in the ward.
My mum was with me all through (She is an amazing woman) and she practically slept on the chair for the days I stayed there which was for almost a week (if not more). The nurses were friendly and I made friends with the watch guard at the entrance so anytime I wanted to take a stroll, I was allowed (this was before the operation though – first 2 days). The evening before the O-day.. Lol, I was placed on only drips. On the O-day, I was wheeled out (around 12 or 2pm if I remember correctly). My mum prayed with me, alongside a family friend of ours (a pastor as well) and afterwards wheeled into the O.R. I got in and after the Anaesthesia was given, the rest i remember was waking up seeing things in double.. Lol. My mum was by my side alongside some others. I remember her asking me “how many fingers she held up”, which to me, i saw a multiple of what was raised..lol.
I couldn’t take any meal aside anything very cold to aid the healing (clotting). So I was on strictly Ice cream; my sister was the one in care of getting me that – thanks to her (a lot) for being there💞. I couldn’t get off my bed as well as I had to stay in and rest (so everything was done by my mum for me).
Series of things happened during my stay, I remembered my first experience of seeing dead bodies being brought into the morgue. And I couldn’t help but say thank you for going in and being able to come out safe and for being alive.
It was an experience for me. Series of blood samples were taken as well- gosh i had so many needle spots after that experience. The post operation procedures was another one of it’s own. You don’t want to imagine the cleaning (flushing) process of all the blood clots.
To cut my already long story shorter..😀 I was discharged and on getting home, some people came visiting with lots of things (beverages, fruits etc.).
Yeah I was finally free and could breathe very well afterwards. It’s been 7 years + now though I was told there is a likelihood of a regrowth, if I didn’t take precautions and all. But it didn’t and it will never happen by His Grace. I was still a Robb addict (seriously any little thing – Robb), where ever you see me, you would see a Robb bottle or small Robb. It was that bad. I had to stop. It wasn’t a easy one for me though, but I had to. I had to fight it, trust me but in it all: God helped me overcome it.
Now I am free, yes I am!. God can do yours as well dear. God has done so much for me, I can’t tell it all. Which I might share probably with time. But trust me, With God there is no sickness or ailment beyond His antidote and power. He can heal all, He can deliver you from them all.
#Celebrating my king.
#Celebrating my Father.
#Celebrating the “Can do all God”.
#Celebrating His possibilities beyond the letters we know; becoming an experiential one for me.
P. S: 😊👪💟💞
I celebrate my mum, who has been selfless all the way (she can travel with you no matter where you are going, she is just so amazing). A blessing to generations even before and after mine. She has been a strong woman and still is.
I bless God for my siblings, and as well as my in-laws. They have been a blessing beyond doubts and a great part of my being today. God bless you all. I am elated being a part of you.
I do not regret my being part of you at all. You are too much.
Cheers to the integral – Oluokun family. Yeah! 🙌👪💞