My name is Drishti. I was just a little girl when it happened, but I still remember the sound of my mother crying. My father had been in a terrible road accident. They said a truck had hit him on his way back from a construction site. I didn’t understand the full weight of it back then... I only knew he was bleeding, broken, and the doctors were saying he might lose both his legs. I remember standing quietly, clutching my mother’s hand, watching the man I loved most fight to stay alive.

My father had to undergo multiple surgeries; nine or ten in total, and the doctors even put rods in his legs in one of them. In another, they took flesh from one leg to graft onto the other. And yet, despite it all, he survived. Slowly, painfully, he recovered. He returned to work, started driving again, took care of household chores, and gave me the kind of childhood I could never take for granted. He was a civil engineer, and he loved his work, so life finally felt normal again.

He started running frequent fevers and his body began to swell up. After many tests, the doctors found that his liver was failing. We were shocked to learn that this had been caused by Hepatitis C, most likely from a contaminated blood transfusion he had received during his surgeries in 1996. We didn’t even know something like that could happen. In 2015, he received a liver transplant. It was a huge procedure, but he made it through. He went back to working this time alongside my cousin in our family’s architecture practice. We really thought things would finally be okay.

One of the internal stitches from his liver surgery gave way, and he had to undergo another surgery. Gradually, his kidneys began to fail. He would get tired easily. Then came the diagnosis: dangerously high creatinine levels, and severely shrunken kidneys. Since early 2024, he’s been on dialysis twice a week. The tube near his shoulder causes him pain. He’s completely bedridden now. We can’t leave him alone for even an hour. His body is exhausted and so is his mind. He doesn’t talk much anymore. When he does, it’s often about whether he’ll survive this, and what will happen to my future if he doesn’t.

I chose this path because it was my father’s dream for me. But everything at home is falling apart. My mother is the only one earning right now. She’s a school principal, and she works so hard to keep us going. But it’s not enough. We’ve spent everything we had during my father’s liver transplant. These past few years have drained us completely. Now, even small decisions like buying groceries or filling prescriptions require thought and sacrifice. And while my father’s body weakens, his spirit is stuck between hope and despair. One moment he says, “I’ll get through this,” and the next, “Will I survive this? What if I don’t?”

Please... we're begging you. We need to get my father a kidney transplant as soon as possible. Dialysis is not a long-term solution, and the longer we wait, the more at risk his already fragile liver becomes. We have no savings left, no cushion to fall back on. I just want my dad to get better. I want to see him walk again, work again, maybe even smile without pain. If you’re reading this, help us in any way you can. Your kindness could save my father’s life, and keep this little family from falling apart.