Last week, I wrote about Sickle cell and the workplace. Sometimes I am sent stories from around the world, from those living with SCD, who wish to share their personal experiences. This is a follow-up from last week’s write-up, and it is by Atinuke Jose.
The fluorescent lights used to blur into a comforting white noise whenever I sat at my desk working. But each flicker felt cold, mirroring the discontent in my supervisor’s eyes. Sickle…
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