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I am just a daily wage laborer. My family has always been poor. Some days we eat well, some days we make do with less. I could never afford to send my children to school, but they were happy, and that was enough for me. Life was difficult, but at least we were together, at least we had hope. I never imagined that one day, even that would be taken away from us.
My Son Needed A Donor Urgently
It started with my son falling sick. He became weak, too tired to play, his body turning pale. The doctor diagnosed him with Thalassemia and said his blood was not working like it should, that he needed transfusions just to survive. From that day, my life became a never-ending struggle—begging for blood, waiting in hospital lines, watching my child grow weaker with every passing day. Then the doctors said there was a way to save him—a bone marrow transplant. They tested our family, and my daughter, my little girl, was a perfect match. I thought, God is kind. She will save her brother. For the first time in months, I felt hope.
My Daughter Was Diagnosed With The Same Condition Again
But before the transplant, the doctors did more tests. I didn’t think much of it. Just a formality, they said. And then, everything fell apart. My daughter—the one who was supposed to save her brother—had the same disease. She was dying too. I had come to save one child, and I was walking out with two dying in my arms. I cannot explain that pain. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart. The child I thought was the cure was now a patient herself.
Me And My Wife Are Not A Perfect Donor Match
I did not have time to cry. We got tested again, my wife and I. We were not perfect matches, but the doctors said it was our only chance. What choice did we have? Any father will give his last drop of blood if it means saving his children. But this is not just about blood. It is about money. And money… I have none.
We Cannot Afford The Cost Of Treatment Anymore
I have sold everything I could. I have taken every loan I could find. But it is not enough. The treatment costs more than I will ever earn in my lifetime. My hands, rough from years of labor, can build houses for others, but I cannot build a future for my own children. I have nothing left—except a request.
A Desperate Plea For Help
So today, I fold my hands in front of you. I have never asked anyone for anything, but today, I am begging. Please, help me save my children. Whatever little you can do—it could be the difference between life and death. I am just a father trying to hold on to hope.
Please don't let me lose them.
EIN 20-5139364
