My ladies and the month of October

By Kenneth Jura | Kenya

I am sure by now you know absolutely well that October is the breast cancer awareness month. Consequently, I believe you are aware that I am a polygamous man, if you do not know then kindly revert to my previous blogs “The twins I did not of part one and two”. I am proud of my wives.

One Saturday evening I posed a question to them, my wives, on what they thought on going for a mammogram. Nicole looked up, I noticed she had not anticipated me asking such a question; Angie on the other side was quiet for a moment then said she would not go as she is scared. “I am still young and it is better not to know I have cancerous cells on my boobs than knowing”. “What will my babies do without them?” She asked.

After Nicole’s face changed she was ok with it so we planned on a day to go for the screening. I left Nicole convincing the sister on how important it was not only for the children but her own health.

Screening

A week thereafter I took them to a Nairobi hospital where we found other ladies on the queue. I felt awkward being on the queue, I was the only man, though it was not long. When it was Nicole’s turn to get in, she clutched her soft hands in mine and never wanted to let me go meanwhile on the other hand Angie clutched on it so we went in the three of us.

“Hallo Sir and ladies I will only attend to one at a time” the doctor said upon our entry

I explained to the doctor that they are my wives and that we are a family. That is why we came for check-up. The doctor smiled then welcomed us.

He talked to us through the procedure and what it all entailed basically we were being counseled. The doctor also advised Angie and Nicole to go for pap smear (cervical cancer screening).

For the latter I was required to pay some amount, I got out my medical insurance cover, the doctor told me to go to the main reception to fill in some forms and bring them to his attention.

Before I left Nicole went in first for both the mammogram and pap smear.

Angie got hold of my hand “I am going with you” she was trembling; I was as well having the fear of the unknown and so many ifs in my mind, I had to be courageous as she may back out.

 Our return

We came back with the forms some I filled and left at the hospitals administration’s office. Angie held me so tightly that I could feel my bones cracking. I did not complain as I very well understood her fears as it gripped me too.

Nicole came back from the examination room then in Angie went.

The anxiety on Nicole’s eyes were quite evident as she rubbed her palms more often, something that I know she rarely does as I know her as a confident, strong woman.

The doctor gave us the results and the relief on my wife’s face was priceless I do not need to say whether it was good news or bad, the happiness was however short lived as our attention focused on the examination room’s door.

After a wait of about 15 minutes the door swung, Angie came out trembling with tears almost dropping from her eyes; she hugged me so tightly and reached for the sister. I have never fought tears the way I did that day.

Our arms were around each other’s and after a few seconds the doctor cleared his throat, we left each other but Angie sat on my lap as he gave us the results.

The doctor asked Angie “why were you trembling? What is wrong?” I interjected and told the doctor to kindly tell us what the results were and avoid sideshows. Nicole also supported my idea Angie had a different thought and went ahead to explain to the doctor why she was afraid.

All eyes on us…

When the doctor smiled I knew all was well. “Sir your wives are free from cancerous cells on both the cervical and breast screening”. I almost threw Angie in the air save for her weight, I could not.

That was the time tears flowed and indeed they flowed. Tears of joy I must say. I had to calm my women before leaving the doctor’s office because their teary faces may scare away other ladies on the queue.

Once they were well we left, tears actually washed away all their makeup.

Nicole met her workmate on the queue, “where is he?” I greeted her and so did Angie. “He is at the car park heading back to work he just dropped me”. Nicole started seething “how come he is not with you here?” I had to pull Nicole out of the conversation and bid farewell to the friend, Purity.

I explained to Nicole that I should not be used as an SI unit of how men should treat their women as it was between two people, she was just an intruder, that meant that she was inciting Purity which was not good.

She obliged and we left. Since I had not returned the filled forms we walked hand in hand to the admin unit, Angie on my left hand and Nicole on my right.

“Are they your wives?” a young lady asked at the office “yes of course, is there a problem” I enquired further. She answered there was nothing wrong and wished me a good day.

I noticed the shock on her face.

I noticed eyes were on us, it is as if I was singing Tupac’s all eyes on me.

I believe it was because of the women on my sides. So far so good I can’t complain.

I did my part in making sure my women were ok. Angie said that by 40 we shall take you for prostrate check up. I flinched, Nicole concurred.

We were all happy it ended well though the ball was in my court.

This month could not have ended without me documenting how it went down with my two ladies.

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