This is my Sickle cell story


Things will happen, circumstances will cause false encouragement to be costly to another.
At first glance, my brother worry with regret about me on my sick bed looking fragile with death at a distance...
I remember him drawing blood from the family for an intern blood test trial at a lab. He came home with the result claiming me to be AS but no proof in paper just a scribbled jot of result. ..
I lived my life varyingly to the exorcism of health ethics by him.
I remembered the false encouragement he gave and the consequential deep it kept me..
We found out the truth right after my Secondary school when I faced some health crisis which almost took my life..
The truth which evolves around the lie told began to unravel, question as to his broaden study and others...
We later found out he told the lie because it was ethically right and to avoid a stirred family heart. Though he lived with the secret and without a family support but he was glad to render support when need be and held a mirror for my life...
The mirror was the truth behind my living and the wrong perception my family had of me...
Though everyone knows that lying is wrong and that some situations seems to warrant it but telling the truth reveals ways in which we want to grow with lies sparing the feelings of a broken heart..

Nice picture. The write up could be written better please so we get the gist better. How are you today?