You have two weeks to live

I started having severe back pain and after several scans and tests, an X-ray showed that the bone at the bottom of my spine had been eaten away - it was eroding. I had an extremely rare type of tuberculosis (TB) of the spine. Doctors said that either I’d die within a few years or if I lived, I’d be confined to a wheelchair.I had two operations on my spine and at one point was taking 35 tablets a day for months.

Doctors were doing everything they could possibly do but my situation was only getting worse. It got to a point where I could not walk and became completely paralysed. They put me in a wheelchair and told me there was nothing else they could do and that by the looks of things I had only two weeks to live, and so they sent me to a hospice. They also sent a fax to the Kenyan embassy asking them to inform my family to come and get my body.

I lived past the two weeks but my condition was not getting any better. I’d lost a lot of weight and was in constant excruciating pain. I can only compare the pain to constant labour pains. I was given a back brace to wear. Without it, I couldn’t stand because my back was really weak - it felt wobbly like it was going to break at any time.

I left the hospice and spent most of the day lying around in the house because my back prevented her from doing basic things. Since I was going to die, I thought it was a good time to put things right with God and decided to go to church that Sunday. I was on the bus with my back brace but the pain became so unbearable that I could not continue so I got off the bus. When I looked across the road I saw the UCKG and thought, ‘Okay, I’ll go to this church today and next Sunday I’ll go to the church I’d set to go to.’

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