As a single parent raising two children in a small rural village, I was in awe of the sheer scale of the challenge of raising the two children on the land, on the road to nowhere.
I was amazed at how little time I had left on the clock, the time my husband and I had been able to spend together in our new home.
And that was before I knew about the Ebola outbreak.
The last time I saw my husband was during a routine walk to the bank.
He was sick, but the day before, I had taken him to the local hospital for an exam.
I could tell from his blood pressure that he was in good health, so I knew that if he was to make it, I would have to be ready.
There was no way to be sure that he would survive the journey back to the village.
So we drove the seven hours back to our house, packed my four-year-old daughter in the back seat, and drove for two hours in a blizzard to the hospital, where we were taken to the Ebola ward.
It was just a matter of time before I heard my husband would need a test.
But I was not prepared for what happened when I came out of the ward, and my husband’s condition got worse.
I remember feeling scared and overwhelmed.
I had lost the ability to talk and was unable to think clearly.
I did not know what to do, or how to get back to my husband.
At first, I thought that my husband had contracted Ebola from walking through the village, but when I returned home, I found out he had contracted the disease from eating food that was contaminated with Ebola.
Then I heard about the three-month-old baby who had been taken from her mother in an Ebola outbreak and flown to a quarantine centre in West Africa.
All I could think was, what if I don’t come back home?
I had no idea how my husband could survive this.
My husband was a good father to me, and he was always with me in the village and the hospital.
And as I tried to stay calm, I tried not to cry.
I knew I would be alone, but I wanted to keep trying.
As my husband started to lose his strength and my mind became cloudy, I began to panic.
He was not dying.
I was thinking, he has Ebola, and I am in the same situation.
In a small village, with only one bed in a four-room house, I struggled to think, to write, to think of anything other than the most basic things.
We lived in a rural area, with no electricity, no running water, and no running air.
The house was bare, and there was a huge amount of dirt around the house.
Despite all the things that were going on around us, I did everything I could to stay focused and not give in to panic, and eventually I was able to regain control.
What I did to help my husband, and keep my spirits up, I am forever grateful for.
If you are struggling to cope with the Ebola crisis, here are some of the things you can do to help.
Get tested before leaving your home.
Your first step in fighting Ebola is to get tested before you leave your home and if you have any symptoms, get tested immediately.
This includes having a blood test for the virus, a urine test, a culture test, or an ECG (electrocardiogram) test.
I am not going to lie to you: It is extremely important to get your health tested before heading out, but you must be prepared to wait a while.
Try to be mobile.
When I first started to hear about Ebola, I decided to get out of my house.
However, as I drove home, it became obvious that I needed to make the trip to the clinic.
Instead of driving, I opted to walk in the streets.
This meant I was going to have to walk two miles or more.
While walking, I noticed that the streets were deserted.
This was a great opportunity to get some help.
People were standing around with empty cups and bowls, not even asking for money or offering help.
I decided that I would try to get to the nearest hospital, which was about four miles away.
After driving for a while, I realized that there were no hospitals near the clinic, so instead I decided I would walk from the village to the city.
For those who cannot drive, I recommend that you take a taxi or a bus.
Don’t forget to wash your hands.
Because we live in a desert, I used to wash my hands with soap and water.
During my journey home, the water in the house got so dirty that I thought it was best to put my face in the sink and use the bathroom.
This would have saved me the headache and discomfort, but it