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My name is Sumanta Khan. From the moment I first held my daughter in my arms, I knew my life had changed forever. Every choice I made, every sacrifice I bore, was to see her happy and healthy. Maybe even successful. And then she grew into a young woman I was proud of, completing her nursing degree, determined to serve others. Life never prepared me for the moment last month when she suddenly could not breathe on her own. For when I watched doctors rush her into critical care and connect her to a ventilator. In that one instant, my confident, independent daughter became a patient fighting for every breath.
It began with severe pain and weakness that robbed her of the ability to move one morning. Her hands and legs wouldn't work. She couldn't even dress herself. I carried her in my arms to that first hospital, signing forms with trembling hands as she cried out from the pain. Tests and treatments brought hope for a few days, but then came the call no parent wants to receive: the doctors told me her breathing was failing, that she needed ventilation immediately. We moved her from one facility to another, chasing the promise of better treatment. Each transfer drained our energy and savings, yet her condition worsened: paralysis spreading, a tracheostomy making speech impossible, a feeding tube replacing her meals.
She has so much to look forward to
Before this cruel illness struck, she had completed her BSc in Nursing and spent a year teaching aspiring nurses. She had left that job to prepare for the NORCET exam, aiming to secure a government position and finally give our family the stability we had struggled for all our lives. I believed she was on the brink of achieving it... the doorway to a future where she would not only stand on her own feet but also lift the rest of us up with her. Now, all those plans lie broken at my feet, her textbooks replaced by oxygen lines and IV drips.
We have spent every rupee we could find
The money I had set aside for her marriage is gone. I sold my wife’s ring. I borrowed from friends in the village until I could borrow no more. We have already spent lakhs on her education and now lakhs more on her treatment, yet the bills keep coming. There is nothing more to sell, nothing left to pawn. All that's left is the unbearable thought that my daughter’s life might depend on money we do not have.
Please, we need your help
She is still in the ICU, still on a ventilator... My poor daughter is still fighting! It feels like each day of her care costs more than I can earn in months. My daughter is my pride, my joy, my best friend, and I cannot give up on her. I am asking for your help, not just as a father, but as a man who has nowhere else to turn. Please, help me keep her alive. Help me bring her home... Your support can be the reason she breathes on her own again.
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