About 2 years ago, Harsh was diagnosed with Wilson’s disease. His belly was bloating and the pain was too much for him to bear. It was because there was increased copper accumulation in his body, leading to liver damage. He was on medicines for 2 years, and then, the medicines went out of stock.
It was difficult to get these drugs, and online order took 2 months to be delivered. In that time, Harsh’s condition deteriorated exponentially. His liver was damaged beyond repair. Our only option to save him was a liver transplant. My husband, though broken on the inside, stayed strong for us, and worked hard to arrange for funds.
On one hand, I was a grieving widow managing my husband’s funeral, while on the other hand, I had to stay strong for my son and donate a portion of my liver to save him. I could not tell Harsh that he lost his father. Even now he believes that his father is in the hospital ICU, and we are not allowed to see him at risk of infection.
Liver transplant alone was not enough for Harsh. He needs follow up tests and treatment until he can be free of risks. Until then, we have to stay in Bangalore. After the surgery, he had a hernia. The pain did not end. He is still fighting for his life. This treatment is going to take time. Yet I am living with my son in a sterile room on a rent per day basis, hoping we can go home tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I hope for another tomorrow.
When friends and family fell short of help, strangers saved my son. I sit here as a widow and mother of a young boy who does not know what is waiting for him. We do not have anything left except the kindness of doctors and people across the Internet. I request you all to help me save my son again, and help us go back home.
Your contribution would indeed give Harsh a fresh start at life.