My name is Peter, and I live in Thika, Kenya. For almost two years, my life was filled with endless hospital visits, sleepless nights, and pain that refused to go away. It started as a simple stomach problem that I thought would disappear in a few days. But as time went on, the pain became worse. I visited clinic after clinic, hospital after hospital, and every doctor gave me a different explanation. Some said it was an infection, others said it was acidity, and some even said it was stress. I took medicines, swallowed tablets that made me dizzy, and spent money I didn’t even have—but nothing changed. The sickness kept coming back, stronger and more painful than before.
I became so weak that I couldn’t work properly. My small business started collapsing because I was always sick. My family got tired of seeing me in pain, and my mother kept saying, “Peter, maybe you need to try something else. Hospitals have failed you too many times.” But I didn’t know what else to try. I felt trapped inside a body that was failing me every day. By the end of last year, I had already sold some of my belongings to pay medical bills. The worst part was that even after spending so much, the sickness remained exactly the same. I began to fear that maybe I would never recover.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
