My Fibroid Survival Story by Amaka
My name is Amaka.
And before this, I suffered serious fibroid issues and seriously heavy bleeding.
I was spending all my energy anticipating my visitor.
I tried the other fibroids medications that my doctor recommended.
That was a disaster. I emptied our bank account and just about killed myself taking them. Some made me feel nauseous all the time, and another one made me gain weight.
Plus, a New England Journal of Medicine study linked several fibroids medicines to a 64% higher risk of heart attack or cardiovascular death!
Even when I spent public holidays with my family, I couldn’t relax, always worrying about my period.
My Fibroids was emptying my wallet, destroying my body, and making my life miserable.
I felt trapped.
No. I felt desperate…
I began to make stupid decisions about my life out of sheer desperation.
I was dating anybody who dared say “Hello” to me. And it led me down a very miserable path.
Trust Lag guys…
I lost a lot of my money “planning the future” with them. Apparently, they were only after my money.
Luckily for me, I finally got married to a most patient, and charming man.
But for me, it was about to get even worse.
I’ll never forget that day in our family house…
It was a Christmas get-together where we had friends and family visiting, and we all wore white and red.
I didn’t know when it happened…
All I knew was that I had just finished serving some guests when I had the commotion. My dad was yelling at my mum…glass broke.
I dropped my tray and ran back.
I walked right into my dad at the door way.
He was livid.
“You!” he said.
“I sent you to school, and all you can do is to bring me Fibroids?! You’re a disgrace!!!”
Then I understood.
I had bled right through my pads...something I changed less than an hour ago.
I was in shock. My stress was through the roof, my heart was pounding, and the Lagos air felt hotter and more humid than ever.
…and then my knees went weak. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital.
I saw my dear husband sitting beside me, his eyes stony from crying.
The room smelled like 50 gallons of Izal, and I heard the noise of people in pain all around.
When my husband saw I was awake, he called for the doctor.
The doctor came in and explained what happened.
“You went into a shock,” said the doctor. “You have lost a lot of blood”
If I had been alone when it happened, I would be dead.
The doctor cleared his throat like he was nervous about telling me something even worse…
“Because your fibroids is so advanced, we’ll need to evacuate your womb… I’ve scheduled the surgery for this afternoon.”
It’s every fibroid sufferer’s worst fear: hysterectomy.
“No!” said my husband. “Absolutely not.”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor insisted, “We can give her more years to live, but we have to operate immediately.”
My husband was shouting....my mum started to cry.
While my husband argued with the doctor, I got lost in my thoughts.
Fortunately my husband stumbled on a rogue Fibroid research therapy on Facebook which helped me save myself , get rid of my Fibroids and save my womb.
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