In the past 9 months I’ve done a whole lot of travelling; 6 different countries to be exact. That’s probably no big deal for any other individual, but it may sound slightly extreme for someone who is living with sickle cell. It has taken me years to be able to travel this much without risk and without fear; but believe me I have taken many L’s in the process.

Everyone wants to go on that ‘girls trip’ or ‘guys trip’ and I was no different, but I had to make the decision to miss out on many of these since sickle cell was not my best friend throughout my teenage years and early twenties. I missed countless girl’s trips and family holidays and lost out on everlasting memories as well as a lot of money. It sounds unbelievable when I think about it now. But I can say that I have always, sometimes reluctantly, put my health first when it comes to making travel plans.

The reason I am sharing this is not to gloat, but actually because of a comment that was made by a random person on my return from a recent holiday, which has since stuck with me. I assume they felt the need to make a comment since I had requested special assistance so I was in a wheel chair, and mobility aids such a crutches or wheelchairs seem to be an open invitation for people to pre judge.

“Risked it for a few days of fun yeh?”

Listen, some people may not know what a risk assessment is, but anyone living with sickle cell should and will most likely know; since the condition is so unpredictable and a crisis can literally come on at any time. Sometimes every day has to be an evaluation of likely risks, and what precautions I can have in place just in case a crisis comes on.

Every holiday I have chosen not to book, cancelled, or missed, has always been because of one rule I have which I will never ever break:


I don’t know about you, but I feel uneasy leaving my house if my phone is not fully charged, so if my body isn’t there is no way I’m leaving the country.

Being sensible with sickle cell is not only a vital part of keeping well, but it’s a vital part of staying alive.

I say YOLO often, but I value my life and would never risk it for a few days of fun.

When this post is published, i’ll be somewhere in the UK wishing I was on the holiday I was supposed to be on, but had to cancel because my body is not at 100%. I’m sure wherever I am i’ll still be giving thanks for life though.


A Future Cure For Sickle Cell?

Recently, an article has gone viral among the sickle cell community regarding a new pioneering treatment which has reversed a teenagers sickle cell disease by changing his DNA. I cannot even count how many posts I have been tagged in and messages I have been sent of this article. If you haven’t seen it, I don’t know where you have been!









Now I am always skeptical of new “cures” and “treatments” when it comes to any health condition in general; because I believe in cause and effect. In my experience, EVERYTHING has a side effect; and sometimes those side effects can be worse than the initial problem you were trying to fix in the first place. For this very reason, I have never been one to go crazy sharing news stories of hope or to voice my views based on 1 or 2 media articles, since I personally do not take everything that is written by the media as fact. So when I was asked by the BBC to do a live radio interview pertaining to this new development in sickle cell, with one of the lead clinicians on the study who was quoted in the article; I was very eager to hear what he had to say first hand.

I knew everyone would have their own opinion on this, and being only 1 of 15000 people living with sickle cell in England; I wanted to be able to give fellow sickle cell warriors and their family / supporters the opportunity to base their opinion on direct information instead of it possibly being distorted by any bias I may have had. With that in mind, I decided it would be a good idea to record the interview so it could be shared for those who were unable to listen live at the time it aired.

The audio is around 16 minutes long, so here are some of the key points mentioned incase you do not have that time on your hands in this moment:

  • This is not yet proven as a cure; a lot more time, research and clinical trials are needed before this can be certain.
  • There was no mention of infecting the bone marrow with a virus; it is genetically modified using baby (foetal) haemoglobin.
  • Since the procedure almost 2 years ago, the teenager in question has had no symptoms of sickle cell and the disease process has stopped; so it does look promising.
  • It is an attempt to cure those with full blown sickle cell disease and not an attempt to prevent carriers from passing it on.
  • There are currently 7 patients in the US who are being treated with the therapy for sickle cell, however it is too early to comment on the results.
  • The same therapy is being used for Beta Thalassaemia and is more advanced with over 20 patients throughout the US, Europe, Australia and Thailand currently in clinical trials.
  • At this stage, patients would only be warranted this new gene therapy if there is no compatible donor for a bone marrow transplant.

Aside from feeling self-satisfied at the fact that the lead clinician in the study, professor Philippe Leboulch, complemented me on the way I described sickle cell and the nature of the disorder, I must say I was very impressed with his explanation of the therapy and respected his emphasis on the fact that he did not want to use the word ‘cure’. While the title of this post seems very optimistic (I am, and hope to remain a ‘glass half full’ type of person); I am not here to give false hope. At the same time however, we have to acknowledge the progress that has been made so far, and the fact that a company is actually sponsoring the development of a new gene therapy for sickle cell. I think it is fair to say that we are all hoping for a cure for sickle cell, and this seems like it could be a step in the right direction. The issue now is with them being able to carry out enough trials and research on individuals who are willing to try this new therapy. While there could be some very serious risks involved; of which we do not know the details of, I guess that brave decision would lie with the individual themselves.



Note To Self

Happy New Year and all things 2017!

I didn’t plan for this to be my first post of the year, but I also didn’t plan for sickle cell to interfere with the plans I had in December last year and throw me completely off my game. I believe that in everything we are faced with, there is a lesson to be learned. So even if you can’t see it at the time; take note.

If this post doesn’t help any readers with something that they may be going through, it will definitely be here to help me if I get to this point again in the future.

Note to self: Trouble nuh set like rain.

(Problems often arrive without warning)


Despite the odd obstacle here and there, 2016 was an amazing year for me. But when everything in life seems to be on one continuous upward spiral, it’s easy to forget that down even exists. I did. That was until down and I were reacquainted thanks to my beloved sickle cell.

Of all the complications and effects that sickle cell can have, one of the worst things about it is its unpredictability; a sickle cell crisis will Gully Creep into your life quicker than you can say Elephant Man!

I went from enjoying 14 unforgettable days in Gambia soaking up some well needed sun, guest speaking at my own event, donating books and creating memories with some truly amazing people, to spending 11 torturous nights in hospital watching old people die (3 to be precise). One minute I was unpacking my case whilst whining up my waist to Tekno-Panna and reminiscing about the day I had when I wore that stripe bikini. The next minute I was on the ambulance stretcher high off gas and air with a sick bucket, sky high temperature and a pain in my back which I could only describe as a feeling like I was being crushed.

I hadn’t felt this unwell in almost 2 years, and as much as I passionately hate being in hospital, I’m sensible enough to know when I need to go. The last time I had symptoms similar to what I was experiencing I ended up in intensive care, so I knew I wasn’t going nowhere for a while. This was one of those times where I had to just accept what was happening and keep my backside quiet.

Almost two weeks of my very amazing life was spent in hospital, but by the end of it my life felt very far from amazing.

It was early one Saturday morning when I felt like I had hit rock bottom. It was just after 3am so the lights were off and everyone was asleep. I sat up in the hospital bed and was just staring into the darkness. One of the nurses walked passed and whispered a rhetorical ‘you ok’ as she did. I’m glad she didn’t wait for me to answer because I felt my face move into a very stink ‘if looks could kill’ expression as I wondered why she would ask me such a stupid question.

If I was ok would I be there?

Just like that I had this horrible feeling inside me like everything was sinking. I’m the biggest cry baby but I couldn’t even cry because I wasn’t upset or angry. I was just empty and numb.

I had no more energy to be ok, because I wasn’t.

I had no more energy to stay strong because I felt weak.

Note to self: A nuh same day leaf drop it rotten.

(One bit of misfortune does not mean total destruction)


Those that know me well would agree that I am one tough cookie when it comes to my health. Anything that comes my way, I can handle it. But I have to admit that this is one time that sickle cell made me crumble and I didn’t think I could.

There are no words that can explain what it is like to know you’ve tried so hard for something but to feel like it was all for nothing. Over that weekend, I reached a level of sadness that I didn’t think I could get to.

Since my mom and I have this corresponding cosmic connection she felt how I was feeling instantly, and my dad could tell as soon as he seen me that I didn’t look like my usual self. Despite having chosen the best parents I would need to keep me going in these situations, this was one I knew I would have to bring myself out of. No comforting words from either of them was going to make this feeling go away. I had to find my own reasoning to pick myself back up.

As I was leaving the hospital a few days later, the reality of the situation became apparent and tears of joy and relief began to fall from my eyes. When my mom noticed and asked me if I was ok and why I was crying. I laughed and said,

“We used to have to do this 4 or more times a year. If we only have to do it once every 2 years now, I can handle it still”

It’s funny how when we’re down we find it difficult to see a way back up again; but there always is. Within a week of being home I bounced back to my normal self. I had a great 25th of December and was still able to party for the new year.

The come back was real!!