On March 22nd this year I went to the hospital (No. 1), I was desperate for a solution for the incessant burping I had been experiencing for over a week. At first, I chalked it down to having a bad reaction to something I had eaten, but after going over a week with little improvement, I realised it might be something more serious. The burping wasn’t the only gastric discomfort I was experiencing, in the past few months I had several episodes of heart burn and trapped air in my tummy. During these episodes I took some anti-acid pills and then I would feel better. I didn’t know if these symptoms were in anyway related. However, now in the waiting area to see the doctor, I felt insecure about sharing this one single symptom (burping) as evidence of an illness. Having had past experiences where my medical worries were simply dismissed by doctors, I came to the conclusion that I needed to come up with as much evidence as I could gather to get the attention I needed for what I can only describes as a “bizarre medical condition” and make a solid case for myself.
I stepped into the doctor’s office having rehearsed in my head what I was going to say to her/him. I was invited to sit in the chair and asked to describe my symptoms. After an articulate explanation which I blurted out in one breathless sentence, of symptoms I had been experiencing, the doctor jotted down some notes on a small piece of paper, he told me I had “ulcers” and gave me a short list of foods I should avoid. He prescribed some magnesium to take after every meal and an acid blocker to drink twice a day (morning and night). I wasn’t too surprised, this was not the first time I had been diagnosed with ulcers and it was not the first time I had been given magnesium tablets to eliminate the pain. I was happy to have a diagnosis and treatment. I was going to go home, take my medication, eliminate the forbidden foods from my diet and I would be better in two to three weeks tops…or so I thought.
I, of course told the people close to me about the doctor’s visit and my diagnosis. My boyfriend asked me what test I had gotten to determine this diagnosis, I explained to him what happened during the doctor’s visit and he reprimanded me. He advised that I go and get a proper test before taking any medication (me: grumbles inaudibly).
What is a proper test for ulcers anyway? I had no idea what to ask for and where to get it, so I consulted the world wide web, which of course helpfully told me that i had a life threatening illness and would probably not live for too much longer, and also that the test I was looking for was Helicobacter pylori (H. pylori) test. I then asked all my kind doctor friends for advice on where I could get the test, I was directed to a lab in Lilongwe.
On 24th March, I got a blood test at the lab and armed with results (positive for H. Pylori antibodies), I went to a different hospital (No. 2) to get an interpretation and a way forward. The doctor at “hospital 2” expressed concern and disappointment at my initial consultation from “hospital No. 1”, he explained that the treatment for ulcer is only effective if the root cause is eliminated (the H. pylori bacteria in this case). Hence he thought it was irresponsible that I was given treatment without a proper test. “Hospital 2” prescribed to me what is called a “triple therapy”, a treatment composed of two antibiotics and a proton pump inhibitor. He then continued to give me some thorough advice on what foods I could not eat, he explained why I could not eat those foods and he told me for how long I needed to maintain this new diet before I could feel some changes.
I didn’t know it then, but this was the day that my whole relationship with food would change FOREVER!




















