I used to love coming home to the giggles of my son. He was an extremely playful kid. His favourite game was hide and seek. I’ve spent countless evenings getting lost with him. There were times when I used to have no energy to keep up with him. Now, I long for those days as I watch him wail in pain as his fragile body is being pierced by countless needles and injections.
Avijit’s mother consoling him right after an injection pierced his small frame.
My wife and I lived a happy life back in Kolkata with our son. We were really looking forward to take him to his preschool. We were so excited to buy him a new school bag and clothes. Just as we were preparing for a whole new phase in his life, fate frowned upon us. Our restless 3 year old began to look leaner day by day. He lost a lot of weight in a short span of time. That should have been our first sign.
On a hot summer day, he refused to get out of the bed saying he was feeling cold. He held on tightly to his blanket. We realized that he was shivering and that he had high fever. Next morning, we woke up to see his pillow stained with specks of blood. That was the first of several nosebleeds that were about to follow. His pillows were almost always drenched with sweat. He would toss and turn in discomfort throughout the night.
Over time, He refused to eat anything and constantly complained of a stomach ache. We took him to the nearest hospital in Kolkata, where the doctor prescribed some medicines. The medicines didn’t seem to be doing anything as the fever remained even after a whole week.
Avijit curiously peers on as the doctor visits him for a check up.
On taking him to see the doctor, he asked us to do a blood test for Avijit. Avijit wouldn’t stop crying and held me tight throughout the blood test. His platelets count was dangerously low. We were told that he needed more blood. As time passed by, nobody in the state owned hospital were able to guide us properly nor were we told about what his exact medical condition was. To add to that, Avijit ended up getting a lot of infections due to the unsanitary conditions in the hospital.
We decided to take him to Apollo Hospitals in Chennai. It was a 1800 kms long journey from Kolkata but we were ready to do whatever it took if it meant our son could get better. On admitting him to the hospital, we were told that he has leukemia and that chemotherapy costing Rs 15 lakhs was his only way out.
Avijit’s parents come to his side right after he comes back from the medical tests.
We have already spent around Rs 2 lakhs for his medication and medical tests so far. We realized that travelling to and fro would be impractical. So now we have shifted our base to Chennai and have rented a small room near the hospital. It is a new city and I don’t know the language, finding a job has been proving tough but I am trying my level best to get one.
I’m still struggling to pay back the loans I have borrowed, the interest keeps piling up, month after month. In a new city, we are by ourselves. We don’t know anyone and we have nowhere to go. Avijit has very little time left, and you are our last hope.
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