My Sickle Cell Story It's World Sickle Day and it's a day I can say
I am thankful. Thankful for a dad that would miss work to take
me to the hospital, a mum that would know I was ill before
even I knew it and a sister that was the easiest and the best
to live with. Thankful for the years I spent full of self-pity
(why me o Lord), and the depression, because without battling
that, how else would I recognise it in others and help?
Thankful for the turn around. I can never fully explain it, but
between writing poems, stories and thoughts down, I found a
breakthrough. And even though it is uncool to talk about God, I
can't deny that I had a personal encounter that changed my
life. Thankful because I honestly thought I would be dead by
now. I didn't think I'd live past 21 so even though I enjoyed
school and life, I had no plans for after. No plans to marry,
have kids, work, nothing. So imagine my surprise that I'm alive.
Lol. Thankful for Fountain, QC,