My name is Shahnaz and I was happy in the 4 walls of our little mud house in Uluberia, West Bengal. My husband, Musharraf does hand embroidery in a small factory. In spite of our poverty, we were happy in our small world.
My 12-year-old son, Mustaf and 9-year-old daughter, Monalisa go to school. My days go in taking care of them and tackling their adorable tantrums. I was the mediator for my children whenever they wanted something. My youngest daughter, Mobasirin is just 3 years old. When I call them, they keep on crying asking me to come back soon.
I had often heard that women develop a bone problem with aging. Almost 1.5 years ago, when I started having difficulty walking and pain in the knees, I thought it was normal.
But I became a little scared when the pain started increasing every day. I went to the local doctors and the medicines that they gave had an adverse outcome. My stomach swelled and I started having loose motions and was vomiting all day long.
I stay in a village and the neighbors suggested that I try homeopathy medicine which worsened the condition. I came to Kolkata for another opinion. The reports made me cry in rage. My reluctance resulted in something this serious. I have carcinoma, which means bone cancer. All I could think of was that we had no money for my treatment. I was sure that I will die.
I had to move to Bangalore for treatment. The sequel to our debt started. Relatives helped us in the beginning. Gradually, they realized it was a long-term process and help took a backseat. My surgery was very urgent or cancer would have spread all over my body. We needed money.
We sold our land which was our only asset and future for our children. The few pieces of jewelery that my parents gave me have been sold too. My husband has not been able to go to work because he’s with me in the hospital.
I have been forced to leave my children back at home. I am miles away from them now. I am thankful to few of our relatives who are now feeding my children in my absence. I get food in the hospital. But Musharraf has to buy food and that is an additional expense.
The hospital has been kind enough to let Musharraf stay with me. I can’t do anything on my own because I am bed-ridden. Doctors are saying that only after the chemotherapy I will be better. Without chemotherapy, cancer will come back soon.
We have already spent Rs 3 lakhs in just 20 days. My husband’s yearly income is not even close to this huge amount. He barely earns Rs 2,000 a month. He doesn’t even work now and the hospital bills have piled up insanely.
I know I am getting better. But without the money I will be back from where it all started, even worse. Without money, my treatment will stop and it will be life-taking for me. But I want to go back to my children.
How can you help?Shahnaz has been suffering from bone cancer and she needs her chemotherapy to live. They have spent everything they had. The cost of saving her now is Rs 5 lakhs and they are struggling for the money.
Your support can save Shahnaz.
The specifics of this case have been verified by the medical team at the concerned hospital. For any clarification on the treatment or associated costs, contact the campaign organizer or the medical team.