Secret: “Something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.” — Oxford Dictionary
This week I’ve learned a thing or two about secrets our bodies hold over time. You learn about them via some significant revelation, from an autopsy, or an after-the-fact dig that unveils a long-held unknown. Here’s my story:
I remember my first body secret, I might have been 6-years old. It was a family visit to a church in Lagos where I had my first asthma attack. I remember things being very dusty and my mum’s panic and frantic efforts to create a cleaner environment for me to breathe in; which meant immediately leaving the church sanctuary. Sadly, my young mind would begin to associate church with asthma and it would take years to outgrow childhood asthma and want to sit in a religious establishment. A dusty one was always a no-no! I also think the rigors of military school training in northern Nigeria and peer pressure scared the asthma away; who knows. 😳
My second body secret came early in my professional career. I’d picked up some bagels and a hot drink one morning, and within an hour of consumption, began to feel an onslaught of piercing pain above my left eye. I was photosensitive and nauseated. My boss let me go home and for hours I prayed for God to allow me to survive and find out who poisoned those bagels. I would later learn it wasn’t the bagels, I was having my first migraine attack. I still stayed away from bagels for years and when occasionally I’d have some, would still eat them suspiciously.🤣
Several MRIs and brain scans later, I learned it wasn’t stress or genetics, but possibly an allergic reaction to mono-sodium glutamate; the flavor enhancer found in my favorite of cuisines back then, Chinese Buffets!
My body also revealed it didn’t care much for the tight enclosures what were MRI machines at the time (with a slight case of claustrophobia, I almost destroyed two of them!)
I won’t soon forget the many years I walked around with self-injections waiting for the migraine to attack and for my quick response to cut the “hell” I was experiencing from hours to minutes.
Much later into adulthood, during a routine physical, the doctor would pronounce that my bad cholesterol was high. This one surprised me. After the migraine reveal, I’d been careful to avoid more than just bagels and MSG. I thought I was a health-conscious consumer. She asked a series of questions to assess my habits and then the big reveal question:
“Does anyone in your family have high cholesterol or high blood pressure?”
I knew the answer to that one since I’d been helping with my mum’s blood pressure medication resupply for a while.
I said “yes, my mum.”
She said “well there you go. You get it from her!”
I’d gotten a lot of things from mum; my looks, the natural arch in my eyebrows, the way my cheekbones rise when I smile, my cursive handwriting, my sweatiness, and my affinity for handkerchief stashes. These were all visible transfers. The invisibles were a surprise. For this particular body secret, I wasn’t put on meds at the time, just told to be mindful not to do anything to make it worse. I tried my best to oblige.
It was after that last revelation I started to make some preempting moves. I wrote in “We Broke Up” about my switch to a plant-based lifestyle 3+ years ago. The combination of these secrets, revealed over the years, led me to believe in reducing the impacts of more unknowns becoming known.
Then mum died.
Her body secrets took her suddenly. Well, they weren’t really secrets, we just thought they were managed secrets. I’ve been in mourning ever since but in a way that celebrates her life more than grieves her absence (sometimes they occur simultaneously).
Mum’s death came at yet another milestone in my life where medical society now asks men of color, especially, to check for another body secret reveal via The Colonoscopy.
As a society, we were still reeling from what felt like the sudden death of actor Chadwick Boseman from colon cancer. So many men, for a change, were letting go of whatever crazy phobias they had about the exam and getting this test done.
I didn’t make it past the first screening as initial tests showed no signs I had anything going on. I didn’t celebrate, but tempered any exuberance with the thought that I’d simply perform the test again this year.
And that’s exactly what I did. Scheduled it. Prepped for it. Cleansed for it (that was an experience all by itself) and on test day, when asked if I wanted to be awake, politely exclaimed, “Nein!” in the best German accent I could muster.
On a Thursday at 2:57pm the nurse began to administer some anesthesia. At 3:03pm she woke me up to put my clothes back on. I must admit, that exchange felt dirty as she literally handed me back my pants, told me to put them on just as I sat up on the bed clutching them to my chest. Then she guided me to another area to finish off the rest of the nap while waiting for the doctor’s results.
“Wait! What just happened here?!”
“That’s it?!”
“Five freaking minutes for this significant reveal of body secrets?!!”
I didn’t understand any of it. I didn’t even know what to text anyone. Except to tell the person who dropped me off to come back around since what I thought would be an hour was already over! 😳😂
The German doctor then escorts me to his office. There are two envelops on his desk: one for me and one for my primary care physician.
“Congratulations! Your colon is very clean. I found nothing. No polyps even. In fact, here are the pictures [in 3-D color].“
I chuckled thinking about who I would send them to; I won’t!
It was great news actually. I didn’t think I’d be this pleased to not have a secret revealed. But I was…I stopped by McDonald’s on the way home to celebrate with a large order of fries…yes, they’re vegan!
I was still on a health buzz 3 days later when another body secret dropped: “Fake Indigestion!”
Came home from running errands and all of sudden felt this discomfort followed by that other genetic inheritance, profuse sweating! I couldn’t explain what was happening and neither could my family.
I couldn’t sit. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t lay down. I drank water. I prayed. Like the bagel experience, I tried to blame the last thing I ate and whoever made it. I made a deal with my loved ones: If it didn’t subside, I’d go to the emergency room (ER). If it did, I’d continue the day in preparation for my workweek.
It subsided and I pressed on…in silence. Within 3.5 hours, I was in the ER; 12 hours later, the latest body secret was revealed to me. It wasn’t fake indigestion, it was a blocked coronary artery restricting the flow of blood to my heart. Quick thinking doctors found this secret and neutralized it before it caused fatal damage.
I immediately thought about my mum. She’d been my angel for those 3.5 hours, carrying me like a wounded soldier through the battlefield of “fake indigestion.” She knew what those secrets could do all too well. My sweet sweet mother and angel 😭😇.
As I recover from this latest reveal, I can’t help but be grateful for so much. I’m crying tears of joy as I write this with such clarity in my spirit.
I’m still here because, as my dad said, “God has no abandoned projects!”
I’m still here because all these secrets have further enshrined my purpose and value as a human, serving humanity, being humane, and working to make the world a better place one interaction at a time.
I’m still here because my family still needs me and I need them.
I’m still here because someone is going to read this and get curious about their own body secrets and GO GET CHECKED OUT!!