About Us

In our desperate situation, my mum, granny and I travelled to India to try and have the gall bladder removed by robotic surgery. The trip only lasted 2 days. In spite of all arrangements being made prior to going to India when I was physically examined the diagnosis was that my medical situation was very rare for a child my age and robotic surgery would be a huge risk. Doctors advised against the robotic approach and suggested the normal conventional approach which would keep me in India for minimum of one and half months. My parents and I agreed that we would rather have the surgery back home as we would have the support of all our family and friends which would make the situation better than if done in India.

We managed my situation and in 2016 on recommendation from our specialist my gall bladder was removed. Bearing in mind that after all this time there was still no conclusive diagnosis on my condition. In fact, I felt that my condition was being used to experiment more than a cure. At this point my liver was suffering damage as well. A few days later, my situation began to deteriorate, and my wound became infected. I had to return to hospital and theatre to clean up the wound. I was placed on strong antibiotics and was released after spending a week in hospital.

I thought that this was the end of my problems but low and behold the pain and fever returned. My specialist confirmed that he was at his wits end did not know how to proceed and suggested that my case be moved to the liver transplant unit at the hospital.

I saw the professor beginning 2017 and medically things started going well but I was having my setbacks occasionally.

I was approximately 18 tablets a day and with all the side effects of the medication, I put on a tremendous amount of weight, had severe skin rashes and the professor was also worried about me contracting cancer from the type of medication he was using.

Due to my young age, the professor suggested that we prolong a transplant option. This was my matric year, so it wasn’t easy to go through all this. Every time I went for a blood test, the results would be different. 1 good result and 1 bad result. My bilirubin should have been around 45 normally but mine was in the thousands.

In mid-2017 my cousin asked me to come to church with him and that is where my life changed miraculously.

I met a pastor from India, he singled me out of 150 so odd people and just by looking at me and feeling my stomach diagnose by exact medical problems and symptoms. I was flabbergasted as this is the first time I have never seen or been in contact with the Pastor. I was also not in contact with anyone else in the church besides by cousin. This was amazing and it’s hard to explain but I felt the spirit of God in me.

This changed my life forever as there were many times in these past seven years where I felt suicidal. I thought I would be better off dead, but God had a plan for me and with God’s mercy and grace today I can stand giving my testimony today.

I’m still under continuous treatment with my professor but have been so without any surgical procedures in the last three years and I can truly say that I am blessed. My gratitude goes out to my family and friends for the support, prayers, and blessings at my time of need. My special appreciation goes to my special Mum who was with me continuously through all the tough times, through the procedures, stay with me at hospital, sleepless nights etc.