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By tRi Ghana March 13, 2025
Beginnings and the First Signs I went to Legon (University of Ghana), but honestly, I didn’t really want to be there. My love was art, but school felt like something I just had to do. While I was there, I started experiencing some weird triggers—intense pins and needles in my body—but I brushed it off. The pain would come and go, so I figured I was good. Corporate Stress and a Life-Changing Accident After Legon, I worked in a bank as a relationship officer in corporate banking on the Asia and Middle East Desk. My daily routine involved a lot of “Xie Xie” and “Ni Hao”—handling international clients, managing accounts, and basically navigating high-pressure work in multiple time zones. Stressful as hell. Then, a week before Christmas in 2013, I had an accident coming back from work. That was the turning point. According to the doctor, the accident either triggered my MS, or I had already been misdiagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis. Six months after the accident, I had to leave the bank by mutual consent. My body wasn’t feeling right, and my mind too. I didn’t tell my family immediately because I felt guilty—like I was letting them down. Eventually, I told them and decided to focus on school, so I enrolled in a Business Administration program at GIMPA. Still not my passion, but it was something. Caregiving While Declining During that time, my dad had a serious health issue. Suddenly, I found myself playing the role of an ad hoc nurse, even though my own physical state wasn’t great. I remember one night at the hospital when no nurses responded to our calls. I had to carry him from his bed to the bathroom. To this day, we both agree that was a miracle of gargantuan pro max proportions. As my Dad started getting better, I started getting worse. But it wasn’t until 2019, when my cousin (really my big sis, who’s an angel) came down from the U.S. and saw how bad things were, that I finally got answers. She arranged for me to see a neurologist over there, and in December 2019, I was officially diagnosed with MS. I started infusions every six months (Rituximab). Through it all, I received the best of care, no matter the cost. My family and loved ones made sure I got what I needed—medically, emotionally, and financially. They never hesitated. No shortcuts. Whatever it took, they made it happen. That level of sacrifice? It’s something I’ll never take for granted. Seclusion and Darkness One of the first major symptoms that hit me hard was optic neuritis—a condition that made me extremely sensitive to light. I had to stay in the dark most of the time, away from screens. My love for football dimmed a bit, too, because watching matches became difficult. But honestly, Manchester United and the Black Stars haven’t made me miss much, so I’m good. Lol, people also had jokes— “Sewell can’t see well no more.” And you know what? Even I had to laugh at that one. Prophecies, Silence, and the Last Meal Question Of course, with everything happening, people around me saw this as a spiritual attack. I kept getting invited (sometimes dragged) to prayer camps. Pastors would show up at my place. One even told me he saw a vision of me dying on May 5, 2020. That day was something else. I was already exhausted—mentally, emotionally, physically. So I just looked the man dead in the eye and asked, “ What exact time? Morning or evening? Should I be having my last breakfast or lunch? ” To be fair, the pastor did make us pray against it. But the specific nature of what he said stuck in my head for a long time. I ended up being in the U.S. on “the day,” and let’s just say every action I made was done with extreme intentionality. That whole experience really showed me something though. My friends were all there when the prophecy was made. And when I turned to look at them, they were silent. Not one of them objected. They just stared at me while I looked at them incredulously, waiting for someone to call out the nonsense. But no—it was just me against the room. That was the moment I fully realized—people will believe what they want to believe, even if it means watching their friend accept a death sentence from some random man of God. But I hold no malice toward them. They were doing the best they could at the time, trying to make sense of something none of us fully understood. We were all just navigating it the best way we knew how. MS: The Duet You Never Asked For MS will play with your mind—keep it hanging, let you cuss at yourself, and laugh at the same time. It’s like a constant battle. Or let’s say, a duet. Sometimes you win. Sometimes too, you take the L . And if you don’t take the L with grace? Na you do your body, because no one cares. It will build your inner strength ( I wish that strength manifested in my physique though… just saying ) . But it’s all good. The Mental Game: Brain Fog and Regret If there’s one thing MS has done, it’s malfunction my brain in the most ridiculous ways. Brain fog? That’s an understatement. I’ll make decisions—sometimes impulsively, sometimes thinking I’m completely in the right—only to later realize I was completely wrong. Sometimes it’s immediate. Sometimes it’s days or weeks later. But here’s the real kicker—pride won’t always let me accept what I’ve done. Even when I know deep down that I messed up, owning up to it feels like a fight against myself. It’s frustrating. It makes relationships—friendships, family, work—all harder to navigate. Because MS doesn’t just affect my body; it plays chess with my mind, making me question my own decisions, reactions, and sometimes even my memory. One minute, I think I’m making sense. The next, I’m replaying a conversation and realizing, “Wait… that didn’t go the way I thought it did.” I’ve had to learn to slow down. To pause before reacting. To step back and ask myself, “Is this me, or is this MS acting up?” It’s an ongoing lesson, but I’m learning. Faith, Doubts, and Seeing Through the BS My faith was tested—no lie. “It is well” became a phrase I heard way too often, and after a while, I started interpreting it as a way for people to close a conversation because it was too awkward. But here’s the thing—through all of this, I actually became less religious and more spiritual. I stopped chasing after signs and started focusing on a real relationship with God. No theatrics, no middlemen, just me and Him. Oh, and guess what? I’m a Sunday school teacher now. Lol, who would have thought? The same me that was side-eyeing pastors? Now I’m here teaching kids about faith. Life is funny like that. Moving Forward Passion turned profession. I jumped into the creative scene, and I have a lot of plans—written and unwritten. Kids have to be a part of it because they are one of my passions. And as for my social life? I wasn’t exactly a party animal, but I was around. I enjoyed being with people, showing up, vibing. So yeah, getting back into the world is a process, but I’m making moves. One thing I know for sure? God and I, we get move. E no source yet, but till then, I’ll not be having any last meals anytime soon.
By tRi Ghana March 11, 2025
My journey to diagnosis has not been an easy one and when I was finally diagnosed with SLE, Myositis with a twist of mixed connective tissue disease in 2013, I didn't know how my life would be. When I started having increasing levels of pain, I thought it was due to the mixed connective tissue disease (MCTD) until my rheumatologist diagnosed me with fibromyalgia between 2014 and 2015 after several complaints about the pain radiating all over with body. My joints would at times be so painful I couldn't even take a shower. I required assistance to put on my underwear and dress up. I remember days when my mum and aunty would dip face towels in scalding water that they could barely put their hands in to just squeeze the water on various parts of my body. At times they would resort to ironing the towel after making it damp and put it on areas where I was hurting whilst I cried out in pain. They were shocked at times because I wouldn't even flinch when they placed those scalding towels on my body. They wondered how I could tolerate that level of heat. In fact, I tolerated the heat more than the cold, I would stay in bed bundled up from head to toe and yet be feeling cold. I refused to spend time in our living room unless all windows were closed and curtains drawn and down. Everyone would be feeling hot but I would be shivering. There were days I couldn't chew because my jaws hurt so I could only feed on liquids. I had little or no appetite anyway. Life was a living hell. Now I would say I have learnt and adapted to living with fibro, I chose to be useful to myself and my family. My doctors have helped with medications and other management techniques. There have been several trials with different combination of medications with its associated side effects, desired or not. My years on corticosteroid has in combination with other treatments led to associated increase in weight, issues with my vision which is being closely monitored by my ophthalmologist. One thing I should have mentioned earlier on was once you are diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, others follow. I started having issues with my gut so I was referred to see the gastroenterologist. Getting diagnosed with Microscopic Colitis was no fun, mainly because of the colonoscopy. During the procedure i was not sedated enough so the procedure was hell on earth. Thus now, I see the gastroenterology team. I had suffered from migraines in my teens, which resurfaced, that and other complaints of pains led me to being referred to the neurologist as well. All these referrals came with tests, medications and others which put a strain on my finances. Most often than not you experience new symptoms and with each one comes different responses. All of these take a toll on your emotions and mental health. As I mentioned earlier, you learn to adapt, or else your mental health suffers. Even after living with it and all the other diagnosis, it is still not easy. There are good days and bad days. Some days I can't do anything because I am physically incapable. Every day presents with it a challenge, from migraines to gut issues and the pain that never goes away. Whenever I am going out of the house, I ensure to pee several times right until when I leave home or else I will have the urge to pee right in the middle of the journey to wherever I am going and if I don't find my way to a washroom early enough, I am likely to have wet pants. I have had several such accidents. So now I carry extra underwear and at times I carried an adult diaper just in case. Even in adapting, it never gets easier and you never get used to it. There are days I get tired of it all and it weighs heavily on me. I have learnt to self-motivate and being part of a support group has helped me greatly. Getting the perspectives of others and listening to their stories lets you know you are not alone in this fight. It's not all doom and gloom. I have met some amazing people because of all of these diagnosis and associated problems. I have also learnt a lot from them, they have become a second family I can fall back on because they understand what it is to live with fibromyalgia and all the other autoimmune diseases.
By tRi Ghana March 6, 2025
On March 6, 1957, Ghana emerged as the first sub-Saharan African nation to attain independence, marking a pivotal moment in the continent's history. This day symbolizes the unwavering spirit, resilience, and unity of Ghanaians in their pursuit of self-determination. The Essence of Independence Independence Day is not merely a commemoration of political freedom; it embodies the collective aspirations of a people determined to shape their own destiny. The iconic words of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, Ghana's first Prime Minister and President, resonate profoundly: "Ghana, your beloved country, is free forever." This declaration ignited a sense of pride and responsibility among Ghanaians, inspiring them to contribute meaningfully to nation-building. Triumphs and Challenges Over the past 68 years, Ghana has made significant strides in various sectors, including education, healthcare, and infrastructure. However, the journey has not been without challenges. Economic fluctuations, political transitions, and social issues have tested the nation's resilience. Yet, through it all, the Ghanaian spirit of perseverance and unity has prevailed, driving continuous progress. Health Sector: A Reflection of Independence A nation's health is a cornerstone of its development. In Ghana, the healthcare sector has evolved, reflecting the country's commitment to improving the well-being of its citizens. Organizations like tRi Ghana exemplify this dedication. As a non-profit entity, tRi Ghana focuses on education, advocacy, and research into autoimmune rheumatic conditions in Ghana and Africa. Their efforts aim to uncover causes and cures for these conditions while providing support to affected individuals and their families. tRi Ghana's Contributions to Healthcare tRi Ghana has initiated several projects to enhance healthcare delivery: Heralding Education in Autoimmune Rheumatic Disorders (HEARD) Campaign: This initiative educates and raises awareness about autoimmune rheumatic diseases using animated videos and communication materials in multiple languages, including English, French, and local dialects such as Ewe, Twi, Ga, and Hausa. RheumChat : A toll-free telemedicine service (*844*555*3#) designed to screen individuals for autoimmune rheumatic conditions and direct them to the nearest partner health centre, thereby improving access to care across the country. The Path Forward As Ghana celebrates its 68th Independence Day, it is an opportune moment to reflect on the nation's health priorities. Investing in healthcare infrastructure, supporting medical research, and fostering collaborations between governmental and non-governmental organizations are crucial steps toward a healthier future. The work of organizations like tRi Ghana underscores the importance of community-driven initiatives in addressing health challenges. Independence is an ongoing journey, marked by collective efforts to overcome challenges and build a prosperous nation. As we commemorate this day, let us honour the resilience of our forebears by committing to initiatives that promote the well-being of all Ghanaians. Through unity and dedication, we can continue to advance the health and prosperity of our nation.
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