#IStandWithCarolyn #Medication #Hiptransplant #surgery ~ Her story

 #IStandWithCarolyn #Medication #Hiptransplant #surgery ~ Her story

The day was on Saturday 1st, Feb 2014, at around 10am. I left home (obviously after a deep emotional, journey-mercies prayer from my mum, you know how wonderful mothers are when it comes to safety of their children) for Kisii town,accompanied with my immediate sister to embark
on my journey back to Nairobi.

We arrived,headed to Transline Classic offices and at around 11am, our PSV shuttle, KBH 460W, took off. My seat was No. 3 from the front. I was seated in between two ladies, Risper and Wilkister (it's
good to know your neighbor especially if it's a long journey, at least to have some light moments
you know).

Upon reaching Keumbu, (some place well known for sweet sugar canes, bananas,avocados, name them) some passengers requested the driver to pull over 'wanunulie watoto ndizi'. After a few minutes, our journey commenced.

Reaching Keroka, almost all of the passengers had already taken a nap, except for the driver of course and I coz I was playing games on my phone with some 10yr old boy who was Risper's Son.

Just a few meters away from
Keroka town, I also got tired and unknowingly fell asleep, with my phone in my hands coz I wanted
to text my other sister who lives along Keroka-Sotik highway and notify her that I'm going back.
Unfortunately that never happened. Mine was more than a nap coz I slept, totally.

From here,the only thing I remember upto date, was being woken up by a loud bang, screams and sounds of
shattering glasses. I was lost in my sleep, so I didn't know where I was or what had happened.

My spirit was far away from this world, coz I found myself in some sort of desert, all alone.

I gathered my thoughts, then I started conversing within my self "Well I know I was going to Nrb,but I know sijafika. If I'm dead, Okay, if I'm aliveOkay still".

Then I decided now to try and shake
my head to confirm whether I was still in this world. I moved! It was magical (no one wants to die before achieving their dreams). So I opened
my eyes.

That's when reality hit me that an
accident had occurred. What followed next was a loud scream "Nitoeni tafadhali Niko hai". The lady
on my right wasn't moving, the one on my left, I didn't even see her.

My vision was blurred, especially when I saw the driver sandwiched
between the steering and his seat, blood oozing from his ears. People surrounded within minutes with mamas shouting for help.

They tried opening the car door, it wasn't moving an inch. The windshield was wide open so I asked some guy to pull me out through it. I reached for his hands
pushed myself out.

When I touched the ground, that's when I realized I couldn't move at, all.

I had dislocated my leg. I pleaded for help, helplessly, coz I wasn't bleeding much and I was afraid that I had internal bleeding. Sotik traffic
police arrived on time and ordered another Transline vehicle headed the opposite direction to rush us to Kaplong Hospital.

I was among the first victims. On the road, lay a lifeless body of some bodaboda guy who caused our vehicle swerve off the road. I was admitted at Kaplong for 5 days and got discharged. One journalist and
one lady lost their lives, may they rest in Paradise.#RIP

That never meant that I was safe either coz upon reaching Nairobi, I developed chest complications and would be unable to breath.

I was rushed to MP Shah Hospital, where they asked for 300k to put me in ICU coz I had a blood clot. Well that was a huge amount, so we
requested that they refer me to KNH. That's where I was admitted for 3weeks, until the clot finally dissolved.

Thanks to Dr Ndavi.

My left leg was swollen for almost the whole of that year;But last year I was very okay until sometime in
Nov when the pain came back,
Of course all along I had been going for my physiotherapy sessions but this time the leg proved 'stubborn'.

An MRI was conducted Jan this year which showed that I had developed a condition known as Avascular Necrosis. I was adviced to seek
further medical attention at AIC Kijabe Hospital.

This is where I was last month and the orthopaedic consultant said I need a total hip replacement surgery, with a deposit of Ksh500k,
to enable me walk again, with an actual amount of 800-900k.

This why I have shared my story,
though in it there's still a lot I've left out. I am kindly appealing to you my friends, relatives and well wishers to help me raise the finances and get
my leg fixed.

Fixing my leg means getting my life
back.

Contributions can be sent to my phone
number 0727 488 261, I'll be able to post a pay bill account number soon.

Thank you and may
God bless you.

Cc: McOmbasa Ben Nyarong'i ,
Ombasa Dan, Melodius Momanyi , Ochari N. Maureen , Crispus Kiteti Amenya , Bazenge Junior Anode , Felix Gizuri, Dennis Mok Denilson, Moses Omondi , Victor Ochuoga Rozzy Rozzy Onyancha, Ruth Joy Nyakerario Shirlyne Kúi , Danke Ndocha and many more.

Thank you.
NB: Photo on my right is that of 2014 at KNH andcthe one on the left is my current situation.

Thank
you all PleaseStandwithme

#IStandCarolyn #Medication #Hiptransplant #surgery