30 years ago, I noticed small blisters around my toes which became infected and developed into ulcers. I kept working through the pain and hid my condition because I was afraid I might have leprosy. Neighbours were worried I might be contagious, and some said my sickness was from sin. People began to shun me and my family, and I felt very alone and deeply sad. I didn't have enough money to visit a doctor and spent all my savings going to local healers. Nothing they gave me helped. My condition became so bad that I couldn’t work anymore. I felt like there was no hope for me or my family. |