My first-hand experience with the disease was when my mother’s best friend was diagnosed. It was in its late stages. My lovely aunt Esther Mutebi had osteogenic sarcoma – bone cancer. Her bones kept on breaking to the end.
I dread this disease so much it scares me more than AIDS. The pain my aunt went through was so unbearable to the eye and to the ears as she cried in agony whenever a bone broke.
What gets me frustrated is that cancer is one of the diseases associated with tobacco use, but I hear people saying all the stupid things when users are arrested for smoking in public places where innocents are.
I lost a mentor to the same disease. A mentor who invested her time in teaching me the relationship between Tobacco and Cancer. She made Tobacco Control Uganda her life’s work. By the time she died, she had built a foundation for its advocacy. Rest in peace, Dr. Shelia Ndyanabangi.
I celebrate the survivals. I know many of these. I am grateful to the Lord for the life He has given them. And I pray for the ones still struggling with the disease, I know only one healer who can reach out to you, Jehovah, let Him do what only He can do.