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The first time I held my son in my arms, I promised myself I would do everything to give him a good life. But now, I am watching that life slip away, and I feel powerless. At just 1.5 years old, he was diagnosed with Thalassemia Major, a blood disease, and since then, his days have been marked by needles, blood transfusions, and weakness instead of laughter and play.
Today, I am not just his mother — I am his voice, begging for your help to save my child’s life.
We come from a small village in Jharkhand. My husband works as a road roller driver, earning ₹400 a day, which is barely enough to take care of our family of eight. When my son fell sick, we first consulted local doctors in the village. They told us he needed regular blood transfusions, or he would not survive. We traveled from hospital to hospital in Jharkhand, searching for proper treatment, but there was none to be found. For years, we gave him blood to keep him alive.
When we learned about a hospital in Bangalore that treats Thalassemia, we came here, hoping for a cure. But the cost of his treatment has left us with nothing. We have four children, and my husband had to stop working to stay here with us. We’ve used up all our savings, borrowed from relatives, and taken loans. Even after selling everything we could, we’re still far from affording the tens of lakhs required for his bone marrow transplant.
Every day, I see my son grow weaker
He asks me, ‘Ammi, when will the transfusions stop? When can I play like my brother and sisters?’ and I have no answers for him. He becomes so weak that he cannot even walk or eat. He lies on the bed, staring at the ceiling, while other children his age laugh and run outside. It breaks my heart to see him suffer, to hear him ask when the transfusions will stop. I feel so helpless because no matter how much we try, we cannot give him the one thing he needs to survive: a bone marrow transplant.
I can’t even cry in front of him because when I do, he starts crying too, asking why I am sad. How do I tell him that I cry for him? For the childhood this illness has stolen from him?
I don’t want riches or comforts
The doctors here have told us that the only way to save my son is through a bone marrow transplant. But because there is no fully matched donor, the procedure is even more complex and costly, requiring tens of lakhs. We’ve exhausted every resource; my husband and I have nothing left.
Every morning, I pray to God to give my son another chance at life. I don’t want riches or comforts; I want to see my child healthy, laughing, and playing again. Please help us save our son. We cannot do this without you.
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