My life has been one adventurous journey full of challenges and victories. One of my most daunting challenges came as a child. I was born with sickle cell anemia. Yes, my genotype was SS. This meant that I spent every other day being sick. It was either I wasn't feeling well, I was recovering from some sickness, or I was about to fall sick again. Sickness was no stranger to me.
This was unknown to my parents in my formative years until when I was about 10. That's when, for the first time, they knew that they were both carriers, and as result had a child who was a sicker. Well, two children actually. I remember one of those days sitting in an office in a laboratory where I was taken to run some tests. The owner of the lab, conversing with my mom, said that sicklers are "special children" and that they need "special care".
Well, special care meant having to skip out on most sporting activities, except the ones I stubbornly decided to participate in. Being special meant being treated like I would drop if I did anything strenuous. It also meant having to take medications everyday, which I hated. I threw most of them away and did all I could to depend less on the drugs.
Slowly, my hatred for sickle cell began and it led me to seek answers.