I'm Rukmini. My husband, Shaleen, was healthy and working.
Today, doctors say he will die without a liver transplant.
I don't know how to say this to our two children.
It Started With A Nosebleed
Shaleen makes bangles. It's hard work but honest work. He wakes up early, goes to his small workshop, and makes beautiful bangles that brides wear on their wedding day.One morning, he started bleeding. Not from a cut. Just bleeding. His hands, his nose. The blood wouldn't stop.
We rushed to the hospital. The doctor's face told me everything before his words did.
"Stage three liver disease. His liver is failing."
I felt my legs go weak. Shaleen held my hand and said, "We'll figure it out."
But how? How do we figure out such a huge amount?
Our New Normal
My brother-in-law Rajesh lives with us now. He takes Shalin to the hospital because I can't leave the children alone.Our 11-year-old has stopped smiling. Our 8-year-old drew a picture yesterday; it was our family, but Papa was lying in a bed. He colored Papa's face grey.
The doctors tried everything. They put a tube in his body to help his liver. They gave him medicines. They told him what to eat and what not to eat.
It worked for a little while. Shalin felt better. We thought maybe, just maybe, the worst was over.
It wasn't.
Last week, the doctor called me aside. "Mrs. Bansal, the medicines aren't enough anymore. He needs a new liver. Without a transplant, I'm sorry, but he won't survive more than a month."
One month. Thirty days. That's all we have.
I've Run Out of Options
I sold my wedding jewelry. I borrowed money from everyone I know. Everyone has helped as much as they can. But they are helpless too.
My family's savings? We spent it in the first month on tests and medicines.
Ramdev Hospital in Agra can do the transplant. The doctors are ready. The operation can save him. But they need the money first to schedule the treatment. And we are running out of time!
Why I'm Writing This
I'm writing this because I don't know what else to do.
I'm not educated. I don't have rich relatives. I don't have any more things to sell.
All I have is this: my story. And the hope that somewhere, someone will read this and help.
Every single rupee brings us closer to saving him.
I think about all the families who were saved because people like you decided to help. Strangers who became angels. People who gave ₹500, ₹1,000, ₹5,000, whatever they could.
Those families got their miracles. Can we get ours?
Please Help Us
I'm not a writer. I'm just a mother and a wife who is watching her family fall apart.
Our children deserve to have their father. I deserve to grow old with my husband. Shalin deserves a chance to live.
But we can't do this alone. We've tried everything. This is our last hope.
Please donate. Whatever you can give, it matters.
If you can't donate, please share this. Send it to your friends, your family, and your WhatsApp groups.
Maybe someone who reads it can help.
Every share is a chance. Every donation is hope. Every rupee is a step toward saving Shalin's life.
Help us give Shalin the liver transplant that will save his life. Help us return a father to his children. Donate now
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And if you donate or share—thank you for being our miracle.
— Rukmini
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