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AmitahIt started when I was in the second year of my nursing degree. I was an active girl and things were going smooth. Then, during the COVID surge, I started getting a mild fever. As a nursing student, I treated it myself.

Then it started to get out of hand and my friends noticed I was unwell. I went to a doctor and was given antibiotics and fever reducing medication. I was also told to isolate for 14 days due to fear of the pandemic. After this period, I was still unwell and I was hospitalised on in May 2020.

Lots of tests were carried out and I was given different antibiotics to see which worked, none of them did. Finally, I was taken for a CT scan which showed a small swelling in my intestine which was followed up with an inconclusive biopsy. The doctors were puzzled, and I had yet more rounds of tests in every department, and treatment trials hoping that something would work.

I was scared. I began losing hope and was afraid of the results.

My heart began to race due to inflammation and my fever continued. My lymph nodes and thyroid were also inflamed. A second biopsy finally gave me a diagnosis – multi-drug resistant TB (MDR-TB).

It shattered me to the core. My diagnosis was also a shock to my family – particularly as we were already struggling with my grandmother’s cancer diagnosis.

I was finally discharged after 108 days of hospital treatment, but this was not the end. I had lost many hours of training and my ongoing illness was tiring and put me at risk in clinical settings. I also needed injectable antibiotics for a further six months.

I took the challenges and sat my exams the same year. This journey had raised the bar for my endurance.

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