30/04/2025
I got married in the year 2000, and not long after, I gave birth to my son, Raymond. But from the moment he was born, it wasn’t the joy I had imagined. Our lives became a cycle of hospital visits, sleepless nights, and endless medical expenses.
The sickness didn’t just affect my child—it tore my marriage apart. My husband and I were constantly stressed, arguing all the time, blaming each other. Love disappeared. We became strangers who only talked about bills and blood tests. By 2006, the marriage couldn’t survive anymore—we went our separate ways.
I was left to raise Raymond alone. It was tough—so tough that I had to abandon my acting career. I just couldn’t focus. I was emotionally and mentally broken.
Then came the biggest blow: I lost my son at 17.
That pain is still with me every single day.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: Know your genotype before love blinds you. Love is beautiful, yes, but it is not strong enough to carry the weight of sickle cell.
Please, let my story be a lesson. Don’t ignore your health in the name of love." Eucharia Anuobi
