For as long as I can remember, my family lived under the shadow of a disease we thought we could never escape.
The men in my father’s line rarely lived past 50. My grandfather died suddenly at 47. My father passed at 45. Two of my uncles collapsed in their early forties.
Doctors called it Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM), a genetic heart condition that can thicken the heart muscle and trigger sudden cardiac arrest.
To us, it felt like a curse written in our blood.
I grew up fearing the day my turn would come. Every chest pain, every racing heartbeat made me wonder if my time was near.
Then it struck my younger brother. He was just 32 strong, healthy, and working as a teacher.
One morning he fainted in class. Tests confirmed the same diagnosis that had haunted our family for generations.
When I saw him lying pale in the hospital bed, I remembered my father’s last days. I thought: “This disease is coming for me next.”
We did everything the doctors said medication, lifestyle changes, constant monitoring but the fear never left us.
One evening my mother, worn down by grief, said quietly:
“This can’t be only medical. It feels as if something has bound our family to this tragedy.”
Her words struck me because deep down I had wondered the same thing. How could so many in one bloodline fall to the same fate, one after another, as if we were being hunted?
A close family friend who had seen our pain said,
“I once thought like you. But I know a healer who helped my cousin when nothing else worked. His name is Dr. Bokko. Sometimes the battle is not only of the body.”
At first I hesitated. I had always trusted medicine. But watching my brother grow weaker by the week broke my pride. I called Dr. Bokko.
He listened quietly to our story, the deaths, the diagnosis, the despair. Then he said:
“This pattern is more than an illness. It is like a shadow passed down. We will not reject the doctors’ treatment, but we must lift the burden that has chained your family.”
Those words brought both fear and hope.
Following his guidance, we began a healing and cleansing process. He explained that it was meant to cut off the lingering dark ties that had followed our family line and to invite restoration of both body and spirit.
It was not instant, but over the following weeks something shifted.
My brother’s episodes became less frequent. His strength began to return.
Even the cardiologist admitted that his heart had unexpectedly stabilized.
Months later, at my own routine screening, a test I had always dreaded, the doctor looked puzzled.
The thickening of my heart muscle that had been creeping upward for years had not only stopped worsening… it had reversed.
For the first time in decades, I felt as though a heavy chain had been broken.
Three years have passed since that season of fear.
My brother is back at work, strong and cheerful.
I wake up each day free from the dread that once haunted me.
I share my family’s story because I know what it is to feel doomed by your family history, as if fate had already written your ending.
Sometimes, what we call “genetics” hides a deeper shadow.
Seeking the right help can open a new chapter, as it did for us.
Dr Bokko Phone: +254 769404965
If you or your family feel trapped in a deadly cycle of illness, loss, or misfortune don’t surrender to despair.
Help is out there, and the first step is reaching out.
