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I was barely 11 years of age when I heard the word 'cancer' for the first time. After numerous rounds of chemotherapy, I did beat my cancer but the painful memories from those days continued to linger. Today, after 4 years, this dreaded disease has returned to haunt me again. But now its intensity makes me shudder in fear for what is to come.
Seeing my school books on the shelf gradually being replaced with bottles of medicines and injections, has completely shattered me. The doctors have been trying to treat my relapse with utmost care, but even they are aware that this cycle will keep on repeating if I solely rely on chemotherapy alone. I need an urgent bone marrow transplant as that is the only way my body can stop producing cancerous cells.
An escalating chest pain turned out to be blood cancer relapse
A month ago, I came back from school and my chest started feeling congested. Ma consulted our local doctor over the phone and he prescribed me medicines for acidity. But my pain wasn't subsiding and I started gasping for air. I was rushed to the hospital to be put on oxygen support and everything seemed blurry. I have no memory of what happened next.This cancer is making my blood count and oxygen saturation drop dangerously low, at odd hours. I could only realise the severity of it when the doctor mentioned it to my parents,"the very cells that should be fighting to protect Neha's body are wreaking havoc inside her, putting immense pressure on her heart as well."
More than the unbearable pain of cancer, my parents' helplessness is crushing my morale
None of us were prepared, emotionally or financially, for this disease to bounce back in our lives again all of a sudden. My father used to work at a factory in Asansol but he lost his job from prolonged absence at work due to my hospital visits. After putting every penny in my first round of treatment, he is helplessly wondering how he will gather 35 lakhs from scratch for my surgery.
Even the Durga Puja festivities couldn't cheer up this 15-year old fighting cancer
In just a week, I've lost all my hair and I don't recognise myself in the mirror. While other friends of mine were merrily celebrating Durga Puja with their families, a constant fear was looming over me on this hospital bed. What if this cancer kills me, while I'm waiting my surgery? Even the festive cheer has failed to drive our sorrows away.
I am relentlessly trying to keep my faith over fear in this crisis, but without help it seems like a lost battle. I can fight my blood cancer only with your support now. Please help me out with your generosity by clicking here.
