16/07/2026
16.7.26
Appeal from child family:
Five months ago, I was counting my baby's fingers and toes. Today, I'm counting the days I have left to save him from cancer.
Just one month after my son, Sidharth, was born, I noticed a small swelling below his knee. I thought it was something simple that would go away with medicine. Instead, it turned out to be RT Lower Limb Sarcoma, a rare and aggressive form of cancer.
Today, doctors say he urgently needs chemotherapy, surgery, and radiotherapy to survive. His treatment will cost INR 9,19,000.00.
I knew such a huge amount would be impossible for a family like ours....
When Sidharth was born, my husband Rahul and I were overjoyed. He was our first child, and we spent every day dreaming about the beautiful life ahead of him. But within weeks, those dreams were replaced by hospital corridors, sleepless nights, and fear.
We first visited a nearby doctor, who prescribed medicines and creams. When the swelling continued to grow, we rushed him to a bigger hospital. He was admitted for several days, his tiny leg wrapped in heavy bandages, but nothing improved. From there we were sent to another hospital, then another.
Every doctor gave us new medicines, injections, and tests, but no answers.
One hospital believed the wound was filled with pus and tried repeatedly to drain it. Another warned us that his leg might have to be amputated. Meanwhile, my baby's wound became worse. His bandages were soaked with blood, the infection spread, and the smell from his wound became unbearable. After months of moving from one hospital to another, doctors finally discovered the truth.
My baby had cancer.
“This can’t be true…there must be some mistake. Please check him again!”, I begged the doctors, but all they could do was comfort me and tell my husband about the treatment our son was going to need. I couldn’t process any of it. The complex medical terms kept ringing in my head.
What hurts me most is knowing that even after the diagnosis, his treatment was delayed because of repeated referrals and complications. While precious time passed, my son's condition continued to deteriorate.
Today, at just five months old, Sidharth has already endured countless injections, painful dressings, blood tests, and hospital procedures. His delicate skin has begun peeling from repeated treatments, and every day he cries in pain that he cannot even understand.
My husband works as a daily wage labourer, while my father-in-law is a farmer. Together, they earn barely ₹10,000-12,000 a month, and even that income is uncertain. We have already spent nearly ₹2 lakhs on treatment. My husband exhausted all his savings. My mother-in-law sold her gold, and I mortgaged my jewellery.
“Don’t worry beta…we’ll find way to save him,” my mother-in-law tried to comfort me. All I could do was smile faintly, knowing that now was not the time to lose hope.
Today, we have nothing left. We spend most of our days inside the hospital, worrying not only about our baby's life but also about how we will pay for his next treatment.
Before all this happened, we were simply looking forward to watching our son grow. Now, our only dream is to see him recover, come home, and live the childhood every child deserves.
Every contribution, no matter how small, brings Sidharth one step closer to the treatment that could save his life.
Please stand with us and give my little child the chance to grow up free from cancer.
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.
Charity No : 81675561
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