It was September 1, her birthday, and we were planning to give her a surprise. She had been down with a fever for a few days prior to her special day, so we thought to cheer her up by getting her a cake and calling her friends. But even before she could blow the birthday candles, she collapsed.
Petrified, we rushed her to the nearby hospital where she had to undergo multiple tests. I knew something was seriously wrong when the doctors kept quiet and kept running various test.
A couple of days went by before we received the worst news any family could ever get. Our 22-year-old daughter Richa was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, a type of blood cancer, which was threatening to kill her.
It came as a complete shock as we never thought a mere fever could turn into a deadly disease. And only in a matter of days, our daughter became pale and extremely weak that she couldn’t even walk.
We put all our efforts to start her treatment, but my husband is only a labourer and we could not pay her mounting medical bills. We had to sell off all our valuables to arrange for the funds for her care.
Having sold off everything and being hit by the deadly disease for the second time, we have no means to save our dying daughter. What’s even worse is that my husband has retired as he can’t work anymore and our elder daughter is the only earning member in the family who can barely make ends meet.
My Richa is not losing hope and is smiling through the pain. She is so strong-willed and a bright student that even after undergoing chemotherapy and losing all her hair, she keeps telling us that everything will be fine one day.
Her seriousness towards her academics is inspiring as she passed her exams with flying colors while fighting deadly cancer. It breaks my heart to see her being so positive while going through so much pain. I feel completely helpless as we can’t even dream of arranging the huge amount needed for her treatment. The thought of losing her constantly haunts me and yet I feel guilty of not being able to do anything to save my daughter.
We have already gone and knocked on the doors of all our loved ones and have no option left than to beg for your support. We are clinging on to the hope that you would generously contribute to our daughter’s transplant and give her the gift of life.