I’m Sumeet and my younger brother Vicky is just 18. Right now, he’s lying in the ICU at Mira Amrut Hospital, Mira Road (East). Machines are helping him breathe. His body is tired, but his eyes, when they open, still have that spark.
10 days ago, we almost lost him. His fever wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t breathe properly. His chest hurt with every breath. Doctors said it was Miliary Tuberculosis, a rare and dangerous type of TB that spreads through the blood and attacks many organs, mostly the lungs. When they told me, I froze. I didn’t even know TB could do that.
“Hold on, Sumeet. He’s fighting,” one of the doctors said while they placed Vicky on a ventilator. That moment still echoes in my head.
The last few days have been a blur of wires, hospital bills, and sleepless nights. I sit beside him whenever I can, watching the monitor beep. Sometimes, I whisper, “You’ll walk out of here, Vicky. I know you will.”
He’s showing small signs of getting better. His fever is down. The doctors say his lungs are still weak but healing. Every tiny progress feels like a miracle. Still, he needs constant care, long-term medication, and time.
We’ve sold what we could, our small piece of land, some gold. My mother barely eats. I work small jobs, but it’s not enough. We’ve already used all our savings for hospital charges, medicines, and tests.
It’s hard to describe what it feels like to see someone so young, so full of dreams, trapped in a hospital bed. He wanted to finish college, get a job, and finally let me rest. “Bhai, when I’ll start earning. You’ll see,” he told me a few months ago.
Now I just want him to get up and breathe on his own again.
Vikcy’s dream is simple: to get better, work hard, and take care of our mother.
That’s all we want, to see him smiling again, walking out of the hospital, into the life he deserves.
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मी सुमीत आणि माझा धाकटा भाऊ विकी फक्त १८ वर्षांचा आहे. सध्या तो मीरा रोड (पूर्व) येथील मीरा अमृत हॉस्पिटलमध्ये आयसीयूमध्ये आहे. मशीन्स त्याला श्वास घेण्यास मदत करत आहेत. त्याचे शरीर थकले आहे, पण त्याचे डोळे उघडल्यावरही तीच चमक दिसते.
१० दिवसांपूर्वी, आम्ही त्याला जवळजवळ गमावले होते. त्याचा ताप थांबत नव्हता. तो नीट श्वास घेऊ शकत नव्हता. प्रत्येक श्वासाबरोबर त्याची छाती दुखत होती. डॉक्टरांनी सांगितले की तो मिलिअरी ट्युबरक्युलोसिस आहे, एक दुर्मिळ आणि धोकादायक प्रकारचा टीबी जो रक्तातून पसरतो आणि अनेक अवयवांवर, बहुतेक फुफ्फुसांवर हल्ला करतो. जेव्हा त्यांनी मला सांगितले तेव्हा मी गोठलो. टीबी असे करू शकतो हे मला माहितही नव्हते.
"थांबा, सुमीत. तो लढत आहे," विकीला व्हेंटिलेटरवर ठेवताना एका डॉक्टरने म्हटले. तो क्षण अजूनही माझ्या डोक्यात घुमतो.
गेले काही दिवस तारांचा, रुग्णालयाच्या बिलांचा आणि झोप न येण्याच्या रात्रींचा गोंधळ होता. मी जेव्हा शक्य असेल तेव्हा त्याच्या शेजारी बसतो, मॉनिटर बीप पाहतो. कधीकधी मी कुजबुजतो, "तू इथून निघून जाशील, विकी. मला माहित आहे तू निघून जाशील."
The goal amount of the campaign may be higher than the attached estimates to address and aid the post-hospitalization expenses/contingencies including but not limited to prolonged medication, diagnostics, rehabilitation therapies, and follow-up doctor visits/consultations which vary from disease to disease.