Words Like Fighter, Survivor, Warrior and the likes, are not enough to describe this young lady, Zainab Oluwabukola Atta. She has been through unimaginable experiences. She suffered terribly in the process of battling Fibroid, yet her ordeals didn’t bring her down to her knees, rather, it brought her up to her feet.
Are you suffering from Fibroids or any other life-threatening health challenges and you are at the point of giving up, thinking all hope is lost? Hold on a little, God is still in the business of performing miracles and restoring hope to the hopeless.
Read her incredible story exclusively obtained by Jayinspire Media:
My name is Zainab Oluwabukola Atta. I am a Single Nigerian Lady and I live in North East Nigeria.
In 2001 it was discovered I had hyperthyroidism which means my thyroid glands were over secreting iodine and also burning up any fat in my body! Forget the fact that I am already slim/ thin genetically!
I had to watch what I ate, etc. I treated it off and on till 2011 when my whole system went bunkers and I had to pray to even get out of bed. I prayed and told God I would go to my church’s Koma Hills outreach and come back healed. It was tough and I almost fainted once during the outreach but as I got back, I gradually got better and then I discovered doctors abroad that gave me a treatment regimen. I was also shuttling Primus Hospital, Karu (Indian Hospital) for regular checks and maintenance. I was on daily medication for 2 years straight and by 2013, I was completely healed. I had my Thyroids tested in March 2015 and my physician was impressed by my results.
Within that Period, I had issues with fibroids (diagnosed around 2006 yet told I would not be operated on) and associated heavy bleeding and low BP. I once had a BP that was so low that my brain refuses to believe it. I was made to take salty food for two days and if it did not improve, I would be given saline drips. Thank God after two days it normalized. I didn’t realize what God had done till my cousin’s husband who is a Pharmacist asked me how I didn’t collapse with such a low BP! I was also gulping coca cola to boost the BP and I actually started dreading Coca cola.
I remember one time I went to hospital about the bleeding and was given an injection to stop the bleeding (by making the uterus contract). Hmmmm. By the time I got home I didnt know if i was coming or going. Fortunately my friend Jijah came to see me just as I got home and saw the state I was in. I told her the name of the injection and she googled it and discovered it was used to stop hemorrhaging and also to induce labor! So I went through labor without being pregnant! Don’t ask the name of the injection! My brain has wiped out that information!
I bled badly every month for so many years. I stained friends’ cars, my bed and even a hotel room bed. I once changed a sanitary towel (the other passengers were not aware) in a public taxi while travelling from Abuja to Kaduna yet got stained by time I got home. It is a 2 hour journey. Don’t ask me how I managed it.
I stopped using Always Sanitary Pads many years ago. I used Dr. Brown maternity pads and they got so stained that there was no white part and I changed pads every two hours on the second day of my periods. Did I mention I also had to add pampers to the equation on most days?
I never used to take any blood tonic till my friend Medinat made me start.
In August of 2014 I met a doctor/ “pastor” in my search for a non-surgical solution. He was treating the wife of a pastor I know for fibroids also! He ‘treats’ fibroids with medication without surgery. I started payment, got some of the medication which are USA products and were genuine. I even called the Nigerian branch of the company to confirm that the drugs were used to treat fibroids. But guess what? By the time I paid a lot of money, I did not see the pastor/ doctor or the rest of my medication. That is apart from having to travel down to Abuja frequently to see him. I was sooooo bitter and hurt! I later realized I would have been sexually violated by him but for my friend Aba who was always with me during the visits which were in his house. On the last visit, he asked my friend to leave us but she refused and he asked us to go and come back in some hours’ time. That was the last time we saw him or he picked my calls.
Then in December 2014 I had piles / hemorrhoids! And boils on my butt at the same time! Did I mention the boils came monthly around my cycle for 4 months? I also had burning sensations in my vagina every month for 3 months from January –March of 2015, after each period! I was ‘in the depths of despair and lower than a snake’s belt buckle’ (according to Anne of the novel Anne of Green Gables).
I found a new hospital and my doctor told me in March that she was not going to operate to take out the fibroids nor give me injections to shrink them( because I was single and didn’t have a child) yet I was bleeding like a tap and Mefenamic acid tablets did not help!
I had done a general medical checkup and had everything tested from HIV to Cervical Cancer to my Liver and Kidneys. Everything was fine. There was no explanation for the boils and burning sensations. I was then booked for a colonoscopy with a doctor that was coming into Nigeria from abroad. That meant my large intestines were to be examined to rule out cancer. Somehow it never happened. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired!
I remember February 2015 I used 16 Dr Brown Maternity pads in a day (my heavy day which was usually the 2nd or 3rd day of flow each month) and by next day I had trainings for my team (Under a Transition Monitoring Group project)towards the General Elections and I trained them from 8am to 7pm! Without feeling ill! And I bled for 14-21 days each month!
On the 10th of April 2015 being my heavy day I thought it was business as usual until by night I had used 22 Dr. Brown sanitary pads. By the third day I was going into shock (woke up, felt like pooing yet was feeling hot and sick. Went back to lie down but felt worse. Went back to the toilet and decided to take my bath and call my neighbors to take me to hospital. I lived alone. As I got into the bathtub I started pooing inside the bathtub and could not control myself.
At that point I knew I was in trouble. All I could do was pick my phone, call my neighbor and say ‘Noyi, come! He and his mum came running and his mum started praying saying ‘auntie you would not die but live in Jesus name. The devil is a liar. Anointing breaks the yoke’. I was wondering why she was saying that forgetting I could not see myself. I then called my friend’s brother in law who came and took my blood to run tests, checked my BP which had gotten really low that he had to give me a saline drip at home. My PCV was also very low.
The next day my Aunt who is a matron at the Ahmadu Bello University Teaching Hospital at Shika (ABU Shika) came to bundle me to Shika to see a Consultant Gynaecologist. (I had sent her an SMS the previous day which was a Sunday telling her I was bleeding badly and she had gone to book an appointment for me at the Gynae Clinic of the hospital). I started a series of tests and clinic visits. A doctor who was head of the team and who I happened to know kept saying he did not want to touch me. Meaning operate on me. Because I was single and didn’t have a child. And that women are advised to get pregnant ASAP after a myomectomy! I told him, ‘Dr. Please touch me’. I was not sure I could survive another bleeding episode as I had just experienced.
I was out of commission and could not go anywhere but the hospital for about 6 weeks because my system had been battered. My PVC was low and I had to be on a daily diet of Ugu juice (Pumpkin leaves), liver, steamed ugu soup, boiled eggs, Maltina drink and milk to build up my blood!
I had a HSG that was not painful and the doctors could not believe I did not have any pain! I also had a Vaginal Exams that the doctor and nurse could not believe was not painful. For me it was just God showing me mercy.
I had Favor all the way. I had help and did not suffer the usual A. B. U. Teaching Hospital, Shika hassles. 90% of people complain about shika and it’s wahala!
Unknown to me, many people got scared and some even gave up hope when they learnt I was at Shika because people believe that it is only terminal illnesses that are referred to Shika and they also belief people rarely come back from Shika alive! I learnt all that after I got back home.
I had to be transfused a pint of blood the day before surgery meanwhile my BP shot up from lack of sleep at night. Along the way as I was wheeled to theatre people standing in the corridors kept praying for me and blessing me and telling me I would come out alive. Unknown people. Just at the entrance to the theatre, a doctor (or was he a nurse?) who did some final dressing (removed the hospital gown and put a mackintosh under me) mentioned that there was something that the doctors were concerned about per my surgery and I told him not to worry that I would be fine. I lay on the operating table which was like a cross and I told myself I was crucified with Christ and would rise with him on this side of eternity. Shortly after I went off.
I woke in the ward with no recollection whatsoever of the 4-5 hours of surgery! The pre surgery scan had shown 3 fibroids but when I was opened up they saw 16 fibroids! Wow! There was a tear on my bladder so had to carry the urinal catheter for 8 days then learn bladder training again! Did I experience pain? Oh yes! I remember groaning in pain on that hospital bed for two hours after being taken off injections. I had been given ibuprofen tablets which did not work. I was told they didn’t want me to get addicted to the injections. Thank God for a church member who is a matron at the hospital (who called and after my friend Aba who was with me all through this told her what was happening) instructed the nurse on duty to go get a doctor to prescribe the injection! Five minutes after I was given the injection all the pain disappeared! Another day Aba had to get a doctor to prescribe a medication stronger than Ibuprofen. I also remember learning to walk after surgery and taking baby steps.
I remember also stooling 2 days after the surgery and I could not get up but was stooling on the bed and Aba had to keep cleaning me up. I was so uncomfortable and almost in tears but she would say ‘Don’t worry. Poo. I would clean you up)
It took a while for me to heal completely, was not allowed to do certain things like lifting or bending for a while, the bleeding continued for months after the surgery, but I okay now. No more burning sensations, no more piles, no more boils. It all disappeared after the surgery. Bleeding stopped. My cycle now 3days, 4 when I am super stressed or have taken too many sweet things! As against 14-21 days previously. I went from about 16 pads on my heavy days and about 25 pads a month to 8 pads in a month. My doctors both in Nigeria and abroad are satisfied that the surgery went very well.
Some months after the surgery I realized some very important things that worked to give me my miracle. On the 22nd of May 2011, four years before my surgery, God had told me to lay on the altar in church during the Sunday sermon, which I did. That was the day of the spiritual surgery.
Also during the Praise Women Fellowship Annual Convention in 2009, I had collected a Healing card 23rd April 2009, with which I was praying and trusting God for a miracle, especially because I did not want to undergo a surgery. The physical Surgery took place on the 20th May 2015, which was my Bishop, Mama Funbi Addo’s birthday. She told me some days to the surgery that she had told God that she wanted her birthday gift that year to be a successful surgery for me. Family, friends, Pastors, the Praise Women Fellowship, my Church’s Intercessors were all praying for me. So I had full covering.
I would advise anyone who has to undergo surgery here in Nigeria to PRAY. For direction as to the hospital, right doctors, nurses, against complications, etc.
On a lighter note, I was born at ABU Teaching Hospital 43 years ago, which is the same hospital I had the surgery, although they are at a different location now.
I pray for every woman battling Fibroids that God would direct you to the right doctors, right clinic, that they have a much much easier experience than I had, and that the fibroids never grow back again. I pray that God provides the resources for treatment or surgery and for those Trying To Conceive, that they conceive and carry as many babies as they want.