BREAST CANCER AWARENESS PT 1

...”can I have your number? You are very beautiful, I would like to keep in touch.” Those words came out of his mouth  smoothly, he must do this a lot. I felt irritated, rolled my eyes in a – I was expecting this manner, scribbled my number on a paper and exited his office.

One of my friends in the university had breast surgery the previous semester, she is very blessed from above like me. The doctor had said it was a lump and they have to remove it quickly. We cried and prayed and thanked God after the success.  So, there I was, with a similar problem. I know friendship can most times be about sharing each others pain, joy, food,  clothes. No one warned me about sharing illnesses.


I stepped out of the office to see my mum, she sat with her hands in-between her laps,  you could tell she has been crying. I  walked slowly  towards her to share the news.


Oftentimes, I hear people say “ Ignorance is bliss “  I'm not so sure that's a wise statement when it comes to health related issues.  I wish I knew about breast cancer earlier, I also wish I was aware of the hormonal changes before and during a woman's menstrual cycle which could cause tenderness, heaviness and pain. I wish I knew it was okay to check my breast regularly.



I remember calling my mum from school, my voice was husky and shaky  from tears. I had cried overnight asking God questions like “ how would  cutting off my breasts glorify you huh?”.  I told her how heavy my breast are and when I say heavy I mean heavy! She sensed the fear in my voice as I sensed in hers. By evening I was home.


My mother has never been able to explain where I got my big breasts from as hers are moderate. As a teenager, I outgrow my bras every 3 months, I often catch her looking at my chest in disbelief. I took off my bra, she examined them thoroughly. I laugh as I write this but it was not funny then. She thought it was a spiritual problem, she picked her phone, called her pastor, in the morning, we were at the mission house.

Prayer session was over, my mum started explaining all over again in tears, her emphasis was on- “My enemies will not mock me over my children “  I was asked to take off my top for examination, the truth is I didn't care my pastor was going to touch my breast, after all  he was like a father to me.

“ It is spiritual, I  have dealt with something similar, I will give you something to use”. His words were affirmative. He prayed again, a prayer of deliverance. We left...




To be cont.