Saturday, June 6, 2015

MEDICAL CARE IN #UGANDA IS PATHETIC AND HENCE, I WILL NOT RETURN HOME

Okay, this is what happened to me. I woke up and my laptop was beside me and the phone was on the pillow. I stretched and the first thing I posted on face book was OMG, you won't believe what just happened. I want to send my love to all the friends who immediately commented with concern.
You see, we take key things for granted. Like breathing or waking up. Your breath is something that many fight hard to get. Some of my closest friends and family know about me cheating death. In fact I have even flatlined in the past (when all your vital organs shut down). I was awakened by much love and prayers and a functioning medical system. At one point, some people even thought I was a medical doctor. I was in the hospital daily, of course immaculately dressed. My health problems were not visible except to the specialists. Some of you don't even know that may of my FB posts are done in hospital. Canada has this WiFi thing where a patient can lie in bed and be hooked up on machines but use their laptop or phone to communicate with the world.
You make a very big mistake to take your breath for granted. I challenge you to spend 3hrs in a cancer ward. I did 2yrs. Non, I don't have cancer but a very rare blood disorder that is only treated by heamatologists, the people who treat cancer and every hospital visit and admission is always in a cancer ward. I have joked a few times that all the police know me. Really, it is because in Canada when you dial 911 for an ambulance, usually the ambulance shows up immediately and a police car and a fire truck. I laugh at the few Ugandans who say they are coming to arrest me. They would have to line up behind the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) and the ambulance and fire fighters.
I only share about my life so that you all know that I am not a robot. But also that you know that a functioning medical care can save lives.

For God and My Country
Martha Leah Zesaguli (Nangalama)
Moncton, Canada
Born and Raised in Uganda (Bududa District)
Everything that I post is only my opinion and must never be used as a reflection on any employer or organisation I am affiliated with. 
I once cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man with no feet.  Ancient Persian Proverb

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