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‘But today, I am lying in a hospital bed—hooked to machines, fighting for every breath’
I am unable to sit up, speak, or even open my eyes for long. I have lost all strength. My liver has failed completely. And unless I get a transplant within days, this body that once stood proudly before the deity every morning will stop functioning altogether.
I am the only earning member of my family. My wife Asha has always been a homemaker, caring for our home with unmatched devotion, never once complaining about our modest means. Together, we raised our two sons—one is 16, just stepping into adulthood, and the other is only 10, still holding his mother’s hand when crossing the road. They depend on me for everything.
‘I have no idea how they will survive if I’m not there to provide for them’
In 2022, it all started with what seemed like weakness and fatigue. Then my skin began to yellow, my platelet count dropped, and the doctors diagnosed me with liver cirrhosis. We followed every instruction, every medicine, but the condition worsened. My abdomen filled with fluid. I couldn’t walk far.By early 2025, my liver had given up completely. It’s been nearly two months now that I’ve been unable to move, unable to eat without help. My whole life has come crashing down, and I feel completely helpless. I don't know which pain is greater; the pain I am physically feeling or the pain of guilt that is growing within me as days pass.
‘My wife is ready to donate a part of her liver for me…but how can we afford the procedure?’
Asha has become my nurse, my lifeline. She hasn’t slept more than a few hours a night. Every time I look at her, I feel guilt. And now, without hesitation, she has stepped forward to donate a portion of her liver to save me. That kind of love... only God can give someone that kind of courage.We have already spent more than ₹4 lakhs—money we didn’t have. Asha sold her jewellery. We borrowed from relatives and friends. But even that has run out. We are struggling to pay for basic diagnostic tests now. I know she’s hiding bills from me. She doesn’t want to worry me further. But I know. To shield our children from the pain, we sent them to stay with relatives. They’re still going to school, but I hear how much they miss us. I miss them too. I wonder—will I get to see them grow up? Hear their laughter in our home again? And there’s my niece, whom I raised as my own after she lost her parents. I watched her grow, gave her away in marriage like a proud father. Today, she sits by my side in tears, refusing to leave me.
‘Each day, I fold my hands and I whisper to Hanuman ji, “Raksha karna Prabhu… ab aapke sharan mein hoon.”’
I believe in miracles. I have seen them happen in the lives of others. Today, I am hoping one will come for me. I want to live—not just to breathe, but to return to the temple, to chant the Ramayana, to guide families through moments of joy and sorrow, to raise my children, to support Asha, to be a family man again. But I cannot do it alone. I need your help. Please help me get this transplant. Please help me return to life.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 he has received and to all the donors who made this possible.
But sadly, this story is not unique. Millions of people like him 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.
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