My son always said, “Fight till the very end and give it your all, so that you can face your own self”. I try to live every moment by these words.
Deepak, my 28-year-old son, has been a constable with the Mumbai Police for six years now. Right from his childhood, he was passionate about serving the country and its people; so, we weren’t surprised when he decided to appear for the IPS examination. He’s the bravest person I know; never thinks twice before helping someone in need. Whenever I visit Mumbai, his seniors and friends at the police station always have the nicest things to say about him – he makes me so proud.
Today, my brave and tough son has lost all sense of who he is. About 10 days ago, I saw him trying to bite the flesh off of whoever came near him, even as four of his closest friends struggled to tie him to the ambulance bed. Do you know how terrifying it is to see your grown-up son behave like that? I was so horrified, I could barely move.
My son Deepak Patil is suffering from end-stage liver disease and Hepatitis B. I’m sharing this because after trying everything in my capacity, we’re now in desperate need of funds to keep my son alive. He’s unconscious and breathing with the help of machines. To save his life, we need to arrange an early liver transplant. It will cost us a total of Rs 22 lakhs.
I’m Ananda Patil, Deepak’s father. My family consists of my wife, three daughters, and one son. Deepak’s salary was our only constant source of income; he made about Rs. 15,000 every month. Since this disease got the better of him, that has stopped coming in too.
In fact, Deepak had just started a new chapter in his life: he had been married for only a year before this disease caught him. Sometime in July this year, he started turning yellow and developed a fever. He lost his appetite; he just wouldn’t eat and even had trouble sleeping. Finally, we had no choice but to take him to the hospital. After a few tests, the doctors explained what had happened. Deepak’s liver had failed and he needed a replacement at the earliest.
I didn’t know how to respond at first. We come from a small village in Kolhapur, and it’s difficult for me to understand the ways or people of this city. With Deepak now lying on the hospital bed, I feel directionless and overwhelmed. Every day there’s a new bill to account for – either for medicines, or the machines, or the hospital. I hope no father goes through this gut-wrenching pain and helplessness. We have no resources left but for the kindness of strangers.
Deepak has always been in everyone’s good books. I say that because most of the funds that we’ve spent on his treatment have come from well-wishers and friends. When we explained Deepak’s situation to one of his close friends, he gave an entire month’s salary to us without batting an eyelid. I wish I could tell Deepak how he was helping me, despite being in such a bad place. We’ve spent over Rs. 1 lakh so far. I’ve sold all that my land has produced, but, it’s nowhere close to the amount we need. Our last resort now is help in the form of donations from kind people who read our story.
A few days ago, amidst all this despair, the doctors at Jupiter Lifeline Hospitals gave me a ray of hope. One of my daughter’s has a blood type that matches Deepak’s, and they believe she can become a donor. When we asked her if she’s willing to do this, her only response was, “I’ll do whatever it takes to save my brother’s life”.
Now that god has finally showed us the way, everything depends on how fast we arrange the funds for the transplant. A simple man like me cannot even dream of accomplishing this by myself.
The world needs more people like my son. Please help me save his life by donating to his fundraiser page on Ketto.org. It would mean everything to my family.
If you or anyone you know, is struggling to pay for their medical treatment, go ahead and start a fundraiser on Ketto.