In the summer of 2010, I took the plunge. After over 6 months of ruminating about quitting my job to give myself time to pursue Medical Residency, I finally did it at the end of spring.
It was the scariest thing I ever did given the circumstances. But my soul had dragged it out as far as it could working a 9-5 job with little (if any) job satisfaction.
Once I started to pursue what was really important to me, I felt a heavy weight fall off my shoulders. In my mind's eye, I saw myself sprint past the obstacles I had become accustomed to fighting or just bearing in order reach my goal.
It was such a relief, a feeling of being reborn, giving my life another shot. At least this time I had a long term plan. I had an idea where I wanted to go and how I was going to get there. I was taking a chance to live consciously, something that was totally new to me.
I therefore couldn't have found a better title for my blog: 'beautifulbeginnings'.
Yet at the time I couldn't have imagined that the first story on this fresh chapter of my life would be a fight for life; literally. A fight that started with one phone call, a regular check up on my family, nothing out of the ordinary. A phone call to my mom on my way to the study center I had been studying at for 2 months already and the one statement that changed everything: 'I feel a lump in my breast'; to be more precise, it was in luganda: 'Mpulira ekiziimba mubeere'.
That day was August 7 2010
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