Ramatu Kargbo - God Helped Me

For more than three years, Ramatu has lived with the weight of fibroids.

At first, she did not even have a name for what was happening to her. She only knew her periods left her doubled over in pain, her body drained of strength, her days swallowed by bleeding that refused to end.

Running her small business became nearly impossible. Even the simple act of walking in the sun left her dizzy and exhausted. Home became a place of forced confinement, dictated not by choice but by the unpredictability of her body.

A diagnosis finally brought some clarity.

Surgery followed, and for a moment she thought she had turned a corner. But the relief was short lived. The fibroids grew back, and without the money for consistent follow-up care, Ramatu found herself in the same place she had started: enduring, managing, waiting.

Still, she carries gratitude. Grateful for the treatment she received. Grateful that her body, though weary, still allows her to move through her days. Grateful, above all, to God. “God helped me,” she says quietly, holding on to faith when the system fails her.

But gratitude should not be mistaken for acceptance. Ramatu deserves more than survival. She deserves continuity of care, real options, and a health system that sees fibroids not as a one-time problem to be cut away, but as a chronic condition that requires long-term support.

Her story is a reminder that the promise of care cannot end at diagnosis or surgery. True care means follow-up. It means access. It means making sure no woman is left to manage her pain alone.