A woman has just given birth.
Everybody is happy. Then suddenly, she starts bleeding.
This is postpartum haemorrhage, and when it happens, no one has time to ask where the drug, tranexamic acid or TXA is.
That drug, Tranexamic acid can help reduce deaths from bleeding when it is given early after PPH starts.
So if a facility is providing emergency obstetric care, TXA should not be something they start looking for when the emergency has started.
It should be there.
As a man, if your wife is preparing to give birth, ask if the facility has TXA available. Same thing if you’re pregnant and preparing for delivery.
Ask questions. Know what is available.
Prepare before the emergency comes.
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Source: Data, provided by @womenadvocate and @LSHTM.
Good morning everyone on @twitter
I have been battling cancer for awhile now and please I need your support
We have been looking for what we is called an integrative oncology hospital
Because nhs has always been promising only to control the cancer (1/5)
🚨 DAY 37 of asking the world to save my course mate
Please don't let Miracle's dreams die.
Miracle is a vibrant graduate of Anambra State University (COOU) whose dreams have been brutally put on hold. She has been battling Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma, a severe form of blood cancer... which has completely stolen her life, health, and career goals for the past 4 long years.
The physical toll has been devastating (as you can see in the attached before/after photo above/below
Whichever way it will be presented)
but her spirit is not broken. The fight is not over yet, and we refuse to give up on her. We need the world to help us keep Miracle alive.
Even the smallest support makes a massive difference. No amount is too small
whether it is ₦500, ₦1,000, or a simple retweet to get this to someone who can help. If you cannot donate, please hit the retweet button. Your share could be the one that reaches someone who can save her life.
📌 BANK DETAILS:
• Account Number: 6554868498
• Bank: Fidelity Bank
• Account Name: Miracle
All medical reports, official diagnostic scans, and hospital admission files are 100% available and ready for verification upon request. Please help us save her life. 🙏
Even if it's not money you can give, if it's directions on what to do
Where and right places and things to do
Please
#SaveMiracle #COOU #MedicalFundraiser
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You will always think N2m will solve your problems until you make N2m. You will think traveling abroad will solve your financial problems until you start living abroad.
You will struggle from getting student visa to looking for a good job, permanent residency, worrying about mortgages, insurance premiums, taxes and stuff,even though you might be more comfortable than when you where in your home country.
When you’re single, you will think marriage will remove loneliness until you get married.
The future and goals are deceptive.
They appear as final solutions to life’s struggles. But they’re mere junctions in the long, complex journey we’re into on earth.
Life is in phases…. but struggle is constant. No matter the money, passport or location, everyone is battling pains per time.
Nothing will take away all struggles. You can only get NEW struggles. Our wish and prayers is that the new struggle should be less brutal than the former, but we must have some discomfort.
It’s an existential principle.
Orderliness is a fantasy, chaos is the rule of nature.
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I'm a Nigerian and an African
I designed this piece to celebrate us, for the woman who carries culture like royalty. Kindly Retweet, that woman might be on your timeline.
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I can be dramatic sometimes, but giving up has never been part of who I am. I wasn’t raised to quit — I just happen to complain loudly along the way.
I’ll talk about being broke while still pushing myself toward financial success. I’ll rant about exhausting exams, yet still spend sleepless nights studying, praying, and doing whatever it takes to pass.
I’ll vent about graduate school, research stress, and all the frustrations that come with it, but I’ll still keep showing up and fighting through every challenge.
At the same time, I’ll continue romanticizing my life like it’s a full-time job.
I may cry over things, take a moment to feel it all, wipe my tears, and then get right back up like nothing happened — because where I come from, quitting is the real failure.