I fell on the floor and cried out to my parents in pain. This memory feels like a blur, yet I remember it so well; it was the first time I ever had a sickle cell crisis(my parents didn't know that). I fell on the floor because my legs were in pain; my parents didn't know what was wrong. My mother took me for test after test to get to the bottom. The doctors eventually diagnosed me with sickle cell anemia. My mother said it wasn't possible, considering she thought my father had the AA genotype as she was AS. Due to some old blood test methods, this colossal mistake was made, leading to me. I've never once felt like a mistake in my life, if I'm being honest. I always knew my purpose from a young age. Sickle Cell, my unexpected companion, reshaped my journey, fueling my ambition to become a doctor. Diagnosed as a child, I turned my adversity into a lifelong dream of becoming a doctor. As a child, I always wanted to become a doctor. Though everyone says this, I knew I meant it for real. Growing up with sickle Cell assured me that more. Watching my doctors, I saw my future. I know pain, and with empathy, I'll heal others. My experience gave me the purpose of becoming a doctor and helping people as I have more empathy since I've had my fair share of hospital living compared to the average person. In my early years, I was healthy on average. I had about one crisis a year, so I was in the clear, but growing up through puberty alongside the stress of school changed that; I am an overachiever in my academics despite my senior secondary of high school being when I faced the most challenges from constantly being in and out of the hospital at inconvenient times during the school year, my setbacks never broke my spirits as I was always determined, I may have been in the hospital for about more than a week just before vital exams, but somehow I'd always manage to come back put in the effort into studying and excel in my exams most times even better than my peers, very sure I always had people thinking "how does she do it?, missing school for weeks and comes back to get all A's" I usually laugh it off because I believe that God has plans for me despite my shortcomings and He always compensates by giving me the capability and power to chase my dreams. I live my life pretty much how any regular person does, trying my best to be positive and happy, but at times, things get complicated; thoughts consume me at my low points, which have me rethinking my existence, "why me?" the idea that races my mind all the time when I'm not able to do regular things with ease or when one moment I'm fine, the next I'm not. A bone marrow treatment was the only "cure." For months, I argued with my parents over having this procedure, mainly out of fear of the risk and the cost of the treatment. I thought about it so much, crying about how the main risk is death and what if that happens, but six months ago I had the transplant, agreeing to allow my parents to give almost all of what they have just for me to be able to pursue my passion. Now after treatment, I am ready to enter the world, on my path to fulfilling my destiny of becoming Dr. Eseoghene Kagho.