I’m Joy Kyomugisha, 50, a mother of two. I wish to share my story and hope it enlightens and gives hope to those struggling with keeping a pregnancy.
While at campus, I met a loving and caring man who assured me of being his wife and looked forward to having children.
However, deep inside my heart, I was scared and worried that I may never achieve some of his dreams, since from the age of 15, I had been struggling with a reproductive illness.
Unlike my other OGs then, who were experiencing a normal menstrual cycle, I would have my period twice a month and sometimes go for 30 days without stopping.
While my peers had their suitcases full of other items, my suitcase was full of pads. It was very uncomfortable, but I had good friends who were kind and never made me feel different.
Unfortunately, as I grew up, the situation worsened, until my parents took me for a medical checkup and it was established that I was suffering from hormonal imbalance, for which the doctors at the time claimed I would never be able to bear children.
At this point, my guy, who had promised to marry me and start a new life with me, was never informed about my reproductive complications regarding childbearing in the future.
Fortunately, when I shared my complications at that time with him, he shocked me with a polite response when he said, “God’s ways are not man’s ways.”
He then secured an appointment with another medical expert, and our journey to motherhood started.
I was enrolled in hormonal treatment for a year, until I was told by the doctor to try and get pregnant. I was told that I would not conceive immediately, but as luck would have it, I got pregnant.
Since it was my first time to conceive, keeping it was never an easy journey. I kept bleeding on and off, sometimes being hospitalized, and at one point, when it was close to five months, I was rushed to the hospital in a critical state. The doctor on duty said, “Sorry, we have nothing else to do for you, but we have to remove the baby.” To be continued
