A month ago, Bharath fell sick with a high fever. I took him to the hospital and his hemoglobin count was only 5. Medicines did not help him, his condition only deteriorated. I took him to another hospital, this time his hemoglobin had fallen to 2.5. They asked me to take him to a bigger hospital.
I was crying and praying all the way that my son be safe. The he not have anything terrible. I was hopeful that doctors would say that his condition wasn't serious. But what I heard was, "Your son has blood cancer." My world fell apart. Doctors were explaining his condition and the treatment but only the word 'cancer' kept repeating in my head.
I sat in the hospital for hours not knowing what to do next and also wishing with all my heart that it was not true. He had just been diagnosed and was already weak, I was terrified of the painful journey ahead. I dreaded the thought of telling the news to my husband. He was not at all prepared for this. When he heard, he broke down. The children were shocked to see their father crying like a child.
I had no other choice but to gather all my strength and support him and take care of my child. I told Bharath that he will be fine soon and he can go back to school if he takes his medicines regularly. I have been running back and forth to hospitals these days. He becomes too weak sometimes.
Bharath's teachers used to say that he eats chalk pieces in the classroom. I have always warned him not to eat it. Desperate to understand if this was all a misunderstanding, I told the doctor about this. Bharath is angry with me for telling the doctors about his habit. He thinks he is in the hospital because of eating chalk pieces. I let him believe it.
My son is begging me to take him back home. He misses his friends and school. He promises me that he won't eat chalk piece and mud again. He makes a lot of promises and ends up crying. I cannot bring myself to reassure him. The truth is is so much worse.
Doctors said that he needs chemotherapy for the next two years. He needs chemotherapy every 15 days. I keep imagining his hair and eyebrows falling and all those painful side effects of chemotherapy that the doctors have warned me about. I can't believe that this is happening to my baby.
The biggest struggle I endure is my financial condition. It is so painful to even think that I can't even afford to give him a chance to fight this disease. I do not have any money left with me. I have spent everything I had on his tests and medicines.
My husband is a daily-wage worker. His job is not regular. We rely on his meagre income for three square meals. I had saved a little for my children's education, which I have drained now for the treatment. Without funds, we can't start the treatment.
My son needs chemotherapy to survive. Doctors are hopeful that he will recover completely if treatment is given at the right time. I'm sure he will fight bravely and come back like a hero. He needs to be given a chance, but I need Rs 8 lakhs for it. Please support me to save his life. Only your contribution can give him a chance to live his life.