I was a young 26-year-old when TB came into my life. Until then, life was filled with expectation and ambition. I was starting a career and hopeful of building my life as an independent woman in the workforce.
It was 2016, when I was diagnosed with Multidrug Resistant (MDR) tuberculosis (TB). Believe it or not, a classic case of misdiagnosis, I was initially declared allergic to fried food. It took close to 12 months to conclude my diagnosis. Until then I l knew little about TB.
Given my middle-class background, the costs of testing, diagnoses and medication began piling up. As the disease’s impact began unfolding I realised, TB affected us – me and my family – not just physically, but also economically. Thankfully, we were extremely lucky to have such a supportive network of people around us.


