Facing the unimaginable

Towards the end of 2015, I began having trouble swallowing food. It felt like something was stuck in my esophagus, and I experienced drastic weight loss. I was treated for ulcers several times, but nothing changed. By February 2016, my condition had worsened. Feeling extremely unwell, I returned to the hospital. This time, I refused more medication and insisted on further tests. The doctor was hesitant but eventually agreed and sent me to Coptic Hospital for an endoscopy.

A week later, I collected my results. I tried to read the report but didn’t understand the word “carcinoma.” The next day, I took the report to my doctor. He read it, looked at me, and asked, “Didn’t they tell you that you have cancer? The report says you have cancerous cells in a single lesion at the center of your esophagus. The good news is, it’s in the early stages—Stage 1.”

I was confused and terrified. I barely heard the rest of what he said. All I could think about was death knocking at my door. I cried my heart out in the washroom and whispered to God, “Only You know why.”

After composing myself, I called my family. My daughter came immediately, took me to a quiet place, and helped me process the news before taking me home. My family was incredibly supportive. They quickly organized a fundraiser to facilitate my treatment in India. 

A long road through treatment

On April 22, 2016, I traveled to India with my sister to begin a treatment journey that would last three years. After undergoing tests and a PET scan, the results were devastating—the cancer had spread to my left lung and adrenal gland. The doctor confirmed it was now Stage 4. Hearing this shattered me. I lost all hope, convinced I only had a few days left to live.

I started chemotherapy—three cycles and 21 sessions— but there was zero progress. Nothing was working. The only silver lining was that the disease hadn’t spread any further.

As a last option, I underwent 20 sessions of radiotherapy. This was the hardest part of my treatment. The pain was unbearable—pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. For over three months, I couldn’t swallow anything—not even fluids—without excruciating pain. My body turned yellow, my fingers black, and I lost all my hair.

Eventually, I was then placed on oral chemotherapy, which I continued for a year. 

Where my healing truly began

When I was in India for treatment, I met Jane Frances, a well-known cancer advocate from Kenya who is no longer with us. We were being treated at the same hospital and we quickly became friends. She later introduced me to the Cancer Survivors Association of Kenya. There, I connected with Florence Maluni, an alumna of A Fresh Chapter. She shared her experience with AFC and encouraged me to apply for the Ignite program.

I was anxious about the unknown—especially nervous about using Zoom and online platforms—but I applied anyway. My true turnaround after treatment came when I joined the A Fresh Chapter Community. Through Ignite, I learned powerful tools that completely changed my perspective on life:

• Holding space: Being present for others without judgment or trying to fix situations.
• Balancing my dark and light moments: Embracing both struggles and joys.
• Managing my emotions: Learning healthy ways to navigate difficult situations.
• Self-care: Realizing that my life matters and that it’s okay to take time off to rest and reflect.

Leading with what I’ve learned

When I was declared cancer-free in 2019, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy and relief and celebrated with my loved ones in a thanksgiving ceremony. But my story didn’t end there—it was just beginning.

I used to be very shy, but after joining the AFC Community, I discovered my potential and gained the courage to learn and grow. Through AFC, I developed leadership and facilitation skills. Today, I can speak confidently in front of others—something I never imagined possible.

Inspired by what I learned, I realized I wanted to give back. I’m now even more passionate about supporting others through their cancer experiences. I felt that the best way to do this was by starting a support group, so I launched Tumaini Cancer Warriors last year. I’m also proud to give back as an AFC Peer Facilitator—supporting others through grassroots Mizizi Workshops. 

The impact has been incredible. By creating awareness and advocating for a positive mindset, we’ve created a safe space for vulnerable cancer patients, survivors, and caregivers to share their experiences. Our community is growing, and we’re making a real difference. 

Doris is an 8-year cancer survivor whose experience shaped her perspective but never dimmed her purpose. As a teacher, her connection with her students keeps her grounded and motivated. Beyond the classroom, she finds solace in music—singing along as she tackles chores, letting the melodies lift her spirit during overwhelming moments.