Yesterday super mum Tiny Ntshabele took to Facebook to share with her followers the journey she and her daughter have been through. She recalls that on the 16 of November 2014, she had a meeting with a consultant in pediatric oncology who had been under a lot of pressure looking for surgeons in the for her daughter’s lifesaving operation.
“So in the morning it was a normal day to day 4 am I was awake as my sleeping pattern was crap and used to snooze for at least 4 hours before grabbing my iPad to Google anything to do with my daughter ‘s stage 3 immature teratoma cancer. By the time everyone gets up I had already emailed a few Doctors around the world asking for their opinions. My Mom would get up and pray for a good hour or more, then tidy up and prepare breakfast,” she said.
“Anyone who knows me personally knows that I am always late I have given up on that one, For this particular appointment I wasn’t, I got in the room with the Doc I was literally trembling he offered a glass of water, I declined. Trust me You can never be prepared for these kind of meetings. I came for 2 things 1. Yes we will intervene, 2.No we can’t help it’s too risky,” she said.
According to Tiny the DR went on, gave a long list of Medical teams that were contacted across the country and he said these words exactly ” to date all opinions are that this tumour is in-operable and unfortunately, will relentlessly progress. Abian’s disease is so far progressed that a curative outcome is not thought possible by teams in the UK.”
She continued, “My heart sunk I struggled to put words together but I managed ” how long has she got?” He said I can’t tell you when exactly but looking at the situation I would say a few weeks. I cannot explain the rest of my day and that night how I felt and how I eventually got home after driving past the house a couple of times trying to mask my true emotions.”
“I asked God why don’t you give me this cancer how cowardly are you? I felt like I was failing my child all the dreams I had for her were definitely fading away. I entered the room there she was sitting on her chair telling me she has been good girl and granny fed her half a banana. Our children know us very well. She noticed I wasn’t wearing makeup and had bits of tissue paper all over my face. She then said to me it’s ok mama you will find someone else for my operation(I sobbed the whole night)She didn’t ask me the outcome of the meeting, I think I was too obvious,” lamented Tiny.
Tiny is adamant that if she ruled the world, no parent should ever go through this. “This changes your personality nothing makes you happy, not a not a man not money. Life goes on some call me stubborn, I accept. To be honest you can call me anything I accept. I am hardened. Cancer gase mohikela I Love you Abbie you are one strong child,my mother named you Atsile meaning Masego le magadi. You are blessed child you are. Thank you for giving me a good lesson on parenthood and all the sacrifices that comes with it.
These days when you try to poke my eye, I simply say good luck because nothing under the face of the sun would ever touch me this deep,” Tiny said in conclusion.
