A Nigerian lady has taken to social media to share a very emotional story of how she survived 6 surgical operations.
She said, It began during her NYSC year in 2017, on the fifth month precisely when she got sick and suffered severe abdominal pain which made her visit the hospital.
“The Scan results showed that I had inflamed appendix and had to operate. “Called my mom and she asked me to come back home (Cross River state) so we could do the surgery in the hospital where she was working.
“My mom’s a retired nurse and her house was just 4 hours from my PPA (Gboko, Benue State), so it was easy to travel with the pain”, she explained.
According to her, a doctor at her mums work place and a date was fixed for her surgery and that was the beginning of hell.
“On the 30th of May 2017, I had the surgery and everything seemed fine, I sang that night with my cousins (I love Singing). I even walked, the next day, to my mother’s office to greet her colleagues.
“Everything was jiggy until I was asked to drink water on the third day.
“As I drank the water, I could feel it moving in my tummy, like through a pipe, to the OP site (i.e the place that was opened on the right side of my abdomen to take out the appendix sac).
“I told my mom but she thought I was probably just playing as usual (I play a lot)”, she said.
“And I just decided it was maybe all in my head or I was paying too much attention. The same thing happened when I took lipton, Pap and then very soft rice. But this time, the rice went straight to the OP site and formed a small ball”.
“This was when the whole wahala started”, she said.
“Everyone could see the ball, so it was clear I wasn’t playing and the doctors kept going back and forth with the issue not able to tell us what exactly the problem was.
The lady said she stayed in the hospital for a week and by this time, the ball got bigger and she could barely retain food.
She explained that her mum being a nurse wanted to follow the entire procedure but when she had stayed there for two weeks and no one was saying anything tangible, she had to take her to another hospital and there, the doctor had to carry out an exploratory laparotomy (i.e, a surgery to find out what the problem was in her tummy).
“It was then he saw that my intestines had been punctured and sutured by the first doctor, hence the swelling and inability to retain food and some parts of my intestines were already rotting.
“My mother saw all this in the theatre, so we knew it was accurate.
“The doctor did his best to fix everything but the damage had been done to my intestines already.
She disclosed that they waited for it to heal, but it did not heal because an abdominal obstruction had been caused and it got worse.
In her words, she said she threw up everything she ate including bile in her tummy and after weeks of not knowing what else to do she was discharged.
“It was terrible at home, I was dying and at this point, someone suggested the teaching hospital in makurdi and we went there.
“They were hesitant about going in for a third surgery, so they used conventional methods.
A nasogastric tube, AKA, NG tube was put in my nose, she said.
“An NG tube is a long, thin silicone or rubber tube put in the nose or mouth to administer or remove substances in the tummy. In my case, it was to remove dirt from my tummy that was presumed to cause the obstruction.
“This dirt looked really nasty and the NG tube was extremely uncomfortable
“I was not allowed to eat for one week and my food was dextrose saline and other drips, on a steady, also a urinary catheter was passed to my bladder through my vagina to pass out urine as I could barely move around.
“After a week, my tummy was no longer bloated and the pain had reduced drastically.
“The NG tube and catheter were removed and I was asked to eat. When I ate, there was no problem. I was fine and my mom was happy. After a few days, we got discharged and I went back to my PPA to get my discharge letter.
“I had lost so much weight and had to give my old clothes out.
“After few days, the bloating resumed and the pain got worse.
“I complained everytime I went for my checkup but my doctors said I was fine and that it was the healing process.
“After my POP, I went back home to Calabar.
“Life was a living hell but my doctors kept saying “Healing process”.
“My tummy was like I was pregnant, I couldn’t eat properly, I couldn’t sleep properly. Fast forward to December 2018, my situation got worse and I had to go back to the hospital.
“This time, teaching hospital Calabar, another round of catheters, NG tubes and drips.
” I was told I’ll go in for a third surgery but they kept postponing due to light issues. That big hospital, it was embarrassing.
“On the day I was finally taken to the theatre, they took light. Oya turn on the gen na, they said no diesel.
“My mother asked how much diesel would be enough for the surgery, they told her and she offered to buy.
“Next thing, they said it wasn’t diesel again, the gen was bad and could not be fixed anytime soon. Are you people mad??? I’m dying ffs!!!, she said.
According to her, her mom got angry, signed against medical advice and they left for a state hospital.
“Here, they were more organized and my doctor was lovely and really did do his best to make me better.
“We went in for a third surgery, then a fourth, then a fifth.
She continued, “At this point, everyone was scared and we had already put millions into drugs and bills.
“After the fifth surgery, something happened and I developed an abdominal fistula (This is when poo comes out of your tummy.)
In her words, she said poo came out from scars and 13 other holes opened on their own due to inflammation and poo also came out from all 13 holes.
“The holes were actually busting out and it caused me so much pain.
“This was when the horror started. I became a walking “Suckaway”.
In her words, she revealed to stung like hell on the first day it started.
“I was sad, my mom was sad, my doctors were sad. I wanted to sink into the ground.
“I wanted to cry my lungs out but I couldn’t cry, I had to be Strong for my mom.
“She tried not to let me see it, but I could see how much she was hurting and she had also lost weight and was looking sick too.
” There was so much pain in her heart, so I had to be a big girl and I kept all the hurt inside.
“My mom vowed to never let me smell, she was not going to allow people walk past my bed and cover their noses.
“So she sat by my bedside cleaning the faeces from my tummy every second. Bandages were used round my tummy but they got soaked really fast with poo, but my superwoman was always there to clean me up.”
She further said, till date, no visitor knew she had fistula apart from her nuclear family.
“My mom kept to her word of not letting me smell and I could never repay her”, she said.
“But I was still hurt, the psychological trauma was real and whether I smelt or not, there was poo coming out of my tummy.
“The fistula went on for months and I asked to go home. After hesitating, my doctor let me go home and another round of hell began. On the 1st of March 2019, I went blind for hoursss.
“My eyes were open but all I saw was black and I thought this was it.
“I was going to loose my sight and I thought, wetin concern fistula with blindness.
“After convincing my mom to let me sleep, I did, she and my sister were praying to God to restore my sight.
“When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my 2 y/o niece staring at me,
“Aunty, grandma said you cannot see but you’re looking at me”, with her baby words. Lmaooooo. see her small head “I can see you” and she’s shouting “Grandma, grandma. Aunty can see me”. Lol. Anyway, after weeks in my sister’s house, I got tired and wanted a change of environment.
“So my brother drove to Calabar and took my mom and I to his place at Uyo with the fistula, My family is the best, she said.
“At Uyo, things worsened, we went to 3 more hospitals, Uyo teaching hospital gave us their own doze of rubbish too but I won’t get into it.
“Just know that my brother nearly beat someone and we finally went to a private hospital after one night that I almost died.
“As the doctor looked at me like that, he was scared and tried to send us back home.
“But my mom was stubborn, so he took us in and we had to deposit almost a million before he did anything because he said what we were trying to remedy was risky and we needed daily supply of cash and we couldn’t afford a break.
“By that time, I was already a walking corpse and everytime nurses started their shift, the first thing they asked each other was “Is she still alive?”
“And my mom and I would smile.
She said, 8 doctors attended to her, Chemotherapy, EKG, etc. and she had to scrape off her hair to “afaridon” at some point, cause it was pulling and littering.
“After treating infections and taking artificial protein bags we ordered from abroad, I was ready for my Sixth surgery.
According to her, doctors were scared, the nurses were scared, the entire hospital was scared, but they all prayed before going into the theatre.
“While they operated, I saw cubes enlarging into bigger cubes and reducing into the tiniest cubes you would ever see. It felt like I was being dragged to the other side, but I kept fighting and pulling.
“At some point, I got totally knocked out and I opened my eyes in my hospital room.
The surgery was successful”, she said
“All 13 holes had been closed, all my scars had been closed and the fistula had been contained.
” A big part of my intestines was burnt, some rotten but were cut out and the good parts were stitched back successfully.
She praised her family who stood around her waiting for her to open her eyes,
“and when I did, my brother came to me, held my hand real tight and kissed my forehead.
“I could feel how fast his heart was beating, he had been so scared and my mom couldn’t contain her joy too, she just kept smiling at me.
“My mom and sister had to take turns that night to keep me awake all through the night.
“The doctors said it was risky to let me sleep that first night and when it was dawn and I was still alive, my doctors were happy.
“Then the maintenance process began, to make sure my outer wounds healed and that the fistula didn’t return and it did NOT return.
Long story short, I got better. I was healed. Everything had ended. I was free. I was alive. The only thing I felt was excruciating pain which was normal. The fistula was gone, poo only came out of my anus, the bloating was gone, the obstruction was gone. I could eat now.
In bits, but I could eat. My doctors said I was a miracle. They said the hospital would never forget me. They had never seen anything like what they saw in my tummy that day and they still couldn’t believe I survived but I did. I survived. 6 times, I survived.