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I’m Nilesh Kumar Sahu, 41 years old. Until last year, I worked as a daily wage driver. Life wasn’t easy, but I was proud to support my wife and our two daughters. Then came a blow I never saw coming, both my kidneys failed. Since March 2025, I’ve been on dialysis three times a week. It’s not just painful it’s draining me physically, emotionally, and financially. Doctors say a kidney transplant is my only chance to live.
My elder daughter just cleared her 10th board exams, a moment every father dreams of celebrating. My younger daughter is just 12. She doesn’t ask questions, but I can see the fear in her eyes. I try to smile for them, to stay strong… but inside, I’m terrified. I don’t know how to tell them that their father might not be around to see them grow up.
Like any father, I’ve always had big dreams for my daughters. I want to see them study, stand on their feet, and live a life better than mine. But now, I lie awake wondering will I even live long enough to see that? My wife is doing everything she can to stay strong, but I know she’s scared too. If something happens to me, how will she raise them alone?
We’ve already sold the little grain we had from our farm, borrowed from relatives, and moved 1,400 kilometers from our village to a city hospital that can perform the transplant. We’re living in a tiny rented room, and every rupee we have goes into my treatment. But the transplant costs ₹12 lakhs—an amount we simply can’t afford.
I don’t want to give up. I want to live—for my daughters, for my wife, for the life we dreamed of. Please help me survive.
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EIN 20-5139364
