Also, my bones would hurt as well as my back and I had an abnormal mucous-like discharge, like the one a pregnant woman expels when her water has broken. I went to see my gynaecologist, who told me that everything was fine.
He said it was something that sometimes happened to women after giving birth. However, I had given birth to my son three years before I was diagnosed with the cancer. He passed on, though.
When the signs and symptoms persisted, I got a little worried and decided to do a vaginal screening and the results showed that I had Stage 0 of cervical cancer. This meant that the cancer cells were confined to the surface of the cervix.
I shared the information with my boss at KFM. He was kind enough to give me a contact of an oncologist, who specialises in treating people with cancer, at Nakasero Hospital.
I made an appointment with this doctor who gave me some good medical advice including how we needed to start the treatment right away.
My family members on the other hand, advised that I seek a second opinion, which I did from another oncologist working at Mulago hospital. I was told the same thing.
The doctors said I was lucky to have found out early enough because once the cancer spreads to the womb or top of the vagina, one has to have radiation therapy and surgery.
This kind of worried me but the doctors assured me the cancer at my stage could easily be treated although they said that it would be quite painful.
I started medication right away, that same month I was diagnosed. We could not wait as cancer has a tendency of spreading to other body parts if not dealt with.
I was told that chemotherapy treatment would be too strong for me as the cancer was still in its very early stages.
Therefore, I was put under radiotherapy and prescribed medicine to take on a daily basis. You cannot imagine how many tonnes of medicine I took! The treatment took a toll on me as I would vomit from time to time.
I lost appetite, had body pain as if I had been stung by an insect and my hair started breaking. I had dreadlocks at the time but I cut-them off.
The radiation, which was a combination of injections, drugs and vaginal screenings, took place for about nine months at Mulago Hospital. I would not go to work when I felt weak.
But when I had the strength, I would go. I carried a lot of fluids, mostly water and juice, to re-energise my body from time to time. Driving was not tasking because I had a driver who dropped and picked me from my workplace.
My biggest worry through this entire ordeal was who would take care of my two girls if something happened to me. They are aged five and 10. I have raised them single-handedly.
You can never guarantee the safety of your children once you are not there. What even made it more difficult is that my family is not here in Uganda. They live in Tanzania.
But I pulled through with prayer, faith and taking medicine. After undergoing all that gruesome treatment, I was declared cancer-free in March, this year.
I relied on my salary to pay for the treatment. I also had a few friends who made contributions from time to time. If I am to make an estimation, I think I spent about Shs5m ($3,680)on the radiation therapy, tests and tablets.