A woman has begged for her life to be ended after her face became covered in huge tumours and pimples all over her body.
A woman living with hundreds of huge tumours covering her entire body for last six decades has told how she has been shunned by fellow villagers – who call her the Potato Woman.
The woman from Bangledesh identified as Hosineara Begum was born with a pimple on her upper lip and tiny bumps scattered around her face and neck. The woman who has been in pain after a roadside doctor cut it off, forcing the pimples to spread all over her body revealed that the pimples are now growing to the size of a tennis ball.
She has now begged to die with her condition worsening and her identity lost behind those tumours. She has become an outcast in her village as no one wishes to see her and is nicknamed Potato Woman.
Hosineara said: ‘The tumours hurt. These hurt badly. I scratch all day and sometimes even blood comes out. I cannot take this pain anymore.
‘No one talks to me or meets me. People even turn around if they see me from a distance.
‘Children are sacred of me. Even my grandson who is only three sometimes cries when he sees me.
‘I live like an outcast. I think the only way I can be freed from this pain is by death.’
The woman cannot walk, eat or even wear clothes properly as a result of the tumors. She wraps herself with soft cotton in an attempt to ease the pain.
To walk has become a herculian task because of the weight of the endless masses that have popped up all over her body, face, head, arms, fingers, abdomen, back, thighs to toes.
But Hosineara was not always like this.
She was a happy girl who was only 16 when her father married her off to a labourer in a village in Narayanganj district of Bangladesh.
The two were madly in love and had a son a year later.
Recalling her early marriage days, Hosineara says she was a decent-looking woman with little bumps on her face and neck. But soon after her condition started worsening, her husband Arzu Mian drifted into depression for failing to fund her treatment and eventually died.
‘My face was still better,’ she said.
‘I had these bumps but they were neither in large numbers nor too severe.
‘My husband loved me and accepted me with my unusual skin.
‘We were happily married until he died in December of 1986.
‘He had lost mental stability.
‘He was perpetually sad for not being able to arrange money for my treatment.
‘He was my only backbone, my only friend.
‘Ever since he has gone, I have lived like an unwanted person.’
Hosineara’s tumours began to swell two years after her son’s birth.
At first she ignored the growth but soon the tumours grew at uncontrollable pace that it covered her petite frame. She ran from one local healthcare to another in and around her village but no one could diagnose her condition.
The woman is so frustrated with her agony that now she prays and cries all day for her end. The pain alone has made her to wish for death to end it all.