When the doctor finally looked at me and shook his head, I felt my world collapse. My name is Mary Chebet, a mother of two from Litein, Kericho County, and for three years I lived with constant pain and fear. I had moved from hospital to hospital—Kericho Referral, private clinics in Sotik, and even a specialist in Nakuru. Every test came back with the same conclusion: my condition was getting worse, and there was nothing more they could do.
My sickness slowly stole my life. I could not work, could not sleep, and could barely take care of my children. My husband Daniel Kiprotich tried his best, but medical bills drained our savings. Some days I could not even stand long enough to cook. Neighbors whispered that I was cursed. Others advised my husband to prepare for the worst. I watched my children grow scared of hospitals, needles, and the sound of ambulances. Hope became something I only remembered, not something I felt.…CONTINUE READING
