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When I close my eyes, I see myself holding my older son’s hand as his breath grew weaker. I hear myself whispering his name, begging him to stay. But fate had already decided. My eldest, my firstborn, slipped away from me and there was nothing I could do. I had spent months praying by his hospital bed, watching helplessly as machines kept him alive. We had borrowed, begged, and sold everything we had to save him, but in the end, it wasn’t enough. When he left us, I thought the worst had happened. I was wrong.
Just two days after my son left us, my younger boy, Nithin, started vomiting. We rushed him to the hospital, our hearts still raw with grief, and the words the doctor spoke shattered us all over again. Nithin’s kidneys were failing too.
For months, I had watched my older son fight, suffer, and ultimately slip away. He was an ambitious college student who had dreams of working in IT. He had his entire future ahead of him, but despite all the dialysis, the ventilators, and endless medical bills, his final months were filled with pain, and when he left, he took a part of me with him. We were still mourning, still trying to understand how such a cruel thing could happen, when the same nightmare began again. Nithin is just eighteen. The same illness that stole one of my children is now threatening to take another. How can a mother survive this twice?
Nithin was never the same after his brother’s passing
He used to be a boy full of energy, determined to study, to earn, to take care of us. But after the funeral, something in him broke. He cried so hard his entire body shook. He barely spoke for days. And then, before we even had a chance to heal, he became sick himself. The vomiting wouldn’t stop. His legs swelled. He felt exhausted all the time. The doctor’s words confirmed our worst fear, that his kidneys, too, were failing.
I am giving my son my kidney
I don’t care what happens to me. I only know that I cannot lose him too. My husband, despite being handicapped from birth, still works as a daily wager at a construction site. Every rupee he earns goes toward Nithin’s dialysis, but it is not enough. We have already spent ten lakh rupees on his treatment, borrowing from every source we could. We had spent 20 lakh rupees trying to save his brother. Now, we have nothing left. We don’t even own a home anymore; we sold it all for our children. But still, the money for the transplant is beyond our reach.
We need your help
I don’t understand why this has happened to us. My boys never drank, never smoked, never ate outside food. They were good, hardworking students who deserved long, happy lives. But now, one is gone, and the other is fighting the same battle. If we can afford the transplant, Nithin can survive. He can study again, work again, live again. But we cannot do this alone. Please, help us. Help me save my son. Even a single rupee from you could save his life. It could save mine too. Because if he dies, I don’t know what I’ll do with my life…
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