IT IS WELL๐๐ค๐ค
She called, and I heard a frail voice: โMwaana wange, ononsaga nfudde?โ She asked, and I responded, โNedda Maama, sikyekiseera.โ
Little did I know that even after years of medication, and convincing her to have her breasts removed, cancer had stubbornly taken Nalongo Deborah Naluwooza.
She was the person my mother had asked to keep an eye on us after she herself lost her battle with cancer in 2002.
To me, it was a special bond we shared from childhood. From the time I was a baby, she was always there whenever my mum was trying to balance teaching, farming, and running a business just to keep the family going.
In 2017, she took care of my elder sister, Joy, who lost her battle to leukaemia in the same ward at the Cancer Institute in Mulago where Nalongo eventually passed on last night.
I find solace in the hope that she is now in a better place. If she meets Mum there, she will let her know that we did not fail in life. And perhaps she will tell Joy that her son, Augustin, is now a doctor.
MHSRIP