Her Story, XXVI by @sisi_OPE

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It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.

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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers @sisi_OPE

This is her story.

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The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.

behind the smile

So, having read all the Beneath the Smile series, I decided to write my story too! My name is Ope, 23 years old this year, I’m the 9th child of my Dad, the 3rd of my Mum and the 1st of the union of my Mum and Dad (quite complex I know).

My story is somewhat similar to Moji’s {Her Story, VIII by @SkuSskus}. I got to know about to know my genotype at the age of 7 thereabout, my Mum being a single parent took it upon herself not to believe her child was Sickle Cell Anaemic, so we decided to ignore it since I never had any crisis growing up until I was in SS1 (after my mum died).

I had to move to my Dad’s, being a polygamist and a politician, he was barely around and when he was, he didn’t have time for any child though he made all of us extremely comfortable. All this while, my crisis was still mild up until 100 level. I came to face the reality of being a sickle-cell patient. My crisis was rampant and extremely painful! I was scared of going home on breaks ’cause I knew I’d end up in the hospital.

During one Christmas holiday, I got 32 drips and 22 injections and of course 4 pints of blood. I was always in pain that I became numb to injections, transfusions became a routine. I thought I was going to die. I stopped taking my medications just because I wanted to feel like a normal child without having to depend on medication all my life!
The trips to the health center and hospital were very frequent and I was even referred to as the ‘landlady of the private ward’ by one of the matrons (very mean of her..lool). My hospital bills were in six digits. I would wake my friends who would go all the way to my sister’s wing to wake her since she was my angel on earth that has gotten used to my crisis and knows exactly what to do. During all of my crisis, I cried to God to heal me. I was scared of my future, my child-bearing, my relationships.

At this point, I denied being SS to most people, silently wondering to myself ‘why you would even ask someone that…isn’t it obvious?’. I found it hard to keep up eye contacts just because I felt bad about the ‘yellowish’ discoloration of my eyes. I thought no one knew how I felt and the thoughts going on in my mind had a lot to do with my future. My relationships suffered cause I thought they would all leave me at the end of the day, or worse I would ‘leave’.

But! I got my healing this year (January 19th to be precise) during one of the services! I told God I was not leaving Covenant University with Sickle Cell Anaemia. I haven’t done my tests yet to be assured, but I key into Romans 4:20 and I believe my faith has made me whole.

Therefore, Goodbye Sickle Cell Anaemia!

This is my story that has hidden Beneath My Smile. 🙂

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