
My name is Peter, and I come from Masaka, Uganda. In 2012, I received the most heartbreaking news of my life. After months of pain, weakness, and endless hospital visits, doctors finally diagnosed me with advanced stomach cancer. I will never forget the moment the doctor looked me in the eyes and told me I had only three months to live. My whole world collapsed instantly. I felt like my life had been taken away from me before it even ended.
I was only 41 at the time, a father of three children, and the breadwinner for my family. The thought of leaving my wife and children with nothing but memories tore me apart. I could not eat properly, I lost weight drastically, and the people around me had already started preparing for the worst. Friends came to say goodbye, and neighbors whispered about how my life was soon ending. I had completely lost hope, and every night I cried silently, waiting for death to take me. To read more Click here.