Doctors Told Me There Was Nothing More They Could Do, but What Happened After That Changed My Life Completely
When the doctor finally looked at me and shook his head, I felt my world collapse. My name is Mary Chebet, a mother of two from Litein, Kericho County, and for three years I lived with constant pain and fear. I had moved from hospital to hospital—Kericho Referral, private clinics in Sotik, and even a specialist in Nakuru. Every test came back with the same conclusion: my condition was getting worse, and there was nothing more they could do.
My sickness slowly stole my life. I could not work, could not sleep, and could barely take care of my children. My husband Daniel Kiprotich tried his best, but medical bills drained our savings. Some days I could not even stand long enough to cook. Neighbors whispered that I was cursed. Others advised my husband to prepare for the worst. I watched my children grow scared of hospitals, needles, and the sound of ambulances. Hope became something I only remembered, not something I felt.
One afternoon at the hospital in Kericho, a doctor called Daniel aside and told him quietly that we should stop wasting money and “accept reality.” Those words cut deeper than the pain in my body. On the journey home to Litein, I cried silently. I felt useless, abandoned by medicine, and forgotten by life. That night, I told my husband I was tired of fighting.
