As I processed the diagnosis and considered my options, my enduring thought for a while was that I would get treatment in either of the two places I consider home: Nigeria or Senegal. With time, I reconsidered. It was less about the scary stories of queuing for access to medical equipment and more about the promise of beating cancer successfully. For instance, instead of searching for a vein for each of my 16 chemotherapy sessions, increasing the chances of infection, I had a port implanted under my skin. This devise attached to…