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But today, I am the one who needs help. Because I’m fighting cancer. Again.
Ten years ago, I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. I went through surgery, six rounds of chemotherapy, and 27 sessions of radiation. It was one of the hardest chapters of my life — and I faced it alone.
My husband didn’t support me emotionally or financially. Eventually, I gathered the courage to walk away from that broken marriage. Since then, it’s just been me and my children — my son and daughter, my whole world.
Now, my cancer has returned — and it’s far more dangerous.
It has spread to my lungs, liver, and spine. Every day is a battle. I can barely sit or stand for long. I’ve lost my hair, my strength, and sometimes, my hope. But my children won’t let me give up.
My 16-year-old son has taken over the responsibilities no child should have to. He cooks for me and his little sister. He helps me move when my body is too weak. He accompanies me to the hospital and holds my hand through the pain. My daughter, just 11, doesn't fully understand what's happening — but she hugs me tight and whispers, “Amma, everything will be okay.”
I need urgent treatment to survive. And it will cost ₹15 lakhs — an amount I simply do not have anymore.
I’m on medical leave and have no income.I never thought I’d be the one asking for help. I’m the one who usually gives help.
When Cyclone Gaja hit Tamil Nadu, I mobilized thousands of people to help those affected. I’ve run a small trust for years, supported underprivileged students, and been a voice for social causes in Parliament and outside it. But today, I’m not standing on a stage. I’m lying in a hospital bed. Please help me stay alive. Not just for my sake, but for my children and for the hundreds of lives I still want to touch.
That’s when you stepped in.
Many of you came forward with generosity and compassion, offering help when it was needed most. Thanks to your support, this person can now receive life-saving treatment, and the family is grateful for all the support she has received and to all the donors who made this possible.
But sadly, this story is not unique. Millions of people like her are battling deadly diseases, enduring pain every single day. In many cases, treatment is delayed because families cannot afford it in time, worsening their condition and putting their lives at greater risk. You can help change that. By donating to the Milaap Adult Emergency Fund, you can provide hope and a fighting chance to people who urgently need it.
Click here to learn more about how you can make a difference.
