A few days ago, I found myself reminiscing about some of the SCD crisis situations I went through whilst growing up.

It brought back a whole lot of sad memories. Just thinking about it makes me ache for all the warriors out there, most especially for the younger ones.

How do you start to explain the reason behind your ordeal?  To know you may be subject to the pain for the rest of one’s life is even more worrisome.

All the times I had a crisis, all I longed for the most was to get well.

During my younger years, the medical response to SCD wasn’t as efficient as what you see today. Many times the only proffered solution was to admit the warrior and administer intravenous fluids with mild anesthetics and sedatives. The warrior had to bear the pain no matter how extreme it felt.

For me, such times were periods marked with lots of sadness, tears, yelling, and sleepless nights. How was I to relax and sleep when every joint in my body, would be throbbing with pain? Oh, it hurt and I cried so much that my eyes would swell.

They pleaded with me to eat so I would pick up my cutlery and my hands would be shaking in pain. Many times I could barely walk. On other occasions, the slightest exposure to cold seemed to make my pain worse.

..and the intramuscular injections? It was endless. Even when I had recovered the spots would still itch whilst trying to heal. Lastly, the amount of medicines I had to pour down my throat seemed to increase by the day.

In fact, I stand in awe of God’s love for me because I know he’s been the one sustaining me.

You see, this life is filled with lots of issues. Many people decide to self-destruct whilst trying to solve their problems. Some never come out of the depression it brings and; many more bounce back OR find other things to make them forget.

Whichever your case may be, always remember that someone out there wishes they could swap places with you. That insurmountable problem you have may be another person’s prayer.