Sickle Cell Anemia - Inherited Red Blood Cell Disorder
I do not remember how old I was when I experienced my first Sickle Cell Crisis. I know I was very young and somewhere between 6 and 9 when I first became aware that something was wrong. By that time I was living with my grandmother on my mother’s side. She had no idea what was wrong with me and concluded that the reason why my arm was hurting me, was because my dead mothers’ ghost was holding on to my arm, trying to take me to the grave with her. As such my grandmother implemented a plan to deal with this Supernatural Event. Back then in Jamaica, not much was known about Sickle Cell. In fact, we did not know that such a thing existed. My Grandmother was a victim of her situation and upbringing, she could only react the way she did. My early treatment for Sickle Cell Crisis involved Christian praying, a key said to be blessed by Oral Roberts and Hogwarts like Dark Magic of Obeah. I cannot remember ever taking a pain medication while living with my Grandmother on my mother’s side. To tre...