At 58, I find myself reflecting on a journey I could have never imagined. Despite the odds, I’m here—frail yet resilient—standing testimony to the divine wisdom of Allah, who reminds us that “No soul can ever die except by Allah’s leave and at a term appointed” (Quran 3:145).
It all began on February 19 when I drove to a government hospital in Abuja for what was supposed to be a straightforward elective surgery. I was informed the procedure would be brief, with a quick return home expected within two days. However, the reality was far different.
Since that Monday morning, I’ve endured nine surgical procedures, including six major surgeries and three minor ones. I’ve spent six days in the Intensive Care Unit, reliant on oxygen and catheters. My condition reduced me to a shadow of my former self, causing a 20-kilogram weight loss in just five months and necessitating a painful relearning of how to walk. The financial burden was immense, consuming millions in naira and dollars, and I traveled extensively in search of relief. Despair was a constant companion, leading me to contemplate my own funeral. Yet, despite everything, I am still here.
I am generally someone who maintains a healthy lifestyle, carefully monitoring my diet and fitness. After losing my father to prostate cancer 23 years ago, I was aware of my increased risk and made regular medical check-ups part of my routine since turning 40. During these check-ups, I discovered an enlarged prostate a few years ago and began frequent visits to a public medical facility in Abuja, eventually transitioning to a hospital with a private wing for faster service.
Despite the assurances of the nephrologist, the urologist began to raise alarms about my condition, warning that the enlarged prostate might soon affect my kidneys. He recommended surgery, and, trusting his expertise, I agreed. In hindsight, this decision proved to be a grave mistake. My prostate condition was less severe than anticipated, and my symptoms—mainly nighttime urination—were manageable with lifestyle adjustments and medication, which I had been advised to discontinue.
In the hospital where I received treatment, patients like me didn’t have direct access to test results. Instead, the process was managed electronically: test requests and results were handled through the doctor’s computer. Based on these results, surgery was recommended—a choice that, in retrospect, could have been avoided.
This experience has been a profound lesson in resilience and the importance of questioning medical advice. I am deeply grateful for this second chance and remain hopeful for a future where my health is more stable and my life more secure.
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