As I write this, my heart feels heavy with the weight of my struggles, yet it is also filled with a glimmer of hope that someone out there may hear my plea and understand the pain I carry as a mother. As a mother I am reaching out to you in desperation for guidance or support for my son, Rohan Singh.

Rohan is my entire world. He is just 7 years old but has faced more pain and suffering than most do in a lifetime. My little boy has been diagnosed with blood cancer, a cruel disease that has turned our lives upside down. Every moment feels like a battle—a battle against time, against sickness, and against the crushing burden of helplessness.

Our story took a tragic turn on 5-Feb-2025 when my husband, Rohan’s father, lost his life in a train accident. That day shattered our lives and left us completely alone in the world. With no family to lean on and no steady income, I became Rohan’s sole guardian and provider. It has not been easy, but I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to give my son the chance to live and smile again.

We come from Agra, but we now live in a small jhuggi near the All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) in Delhi. This has become our temporary home because of Rohan’s frequent hospital visits and the need to stay close to his doctors. The space we live in is cramped, but I try to keep it as clean and comfortable as possible for him. There are nights when I lie awake worrying about how I will make it through the next day, but then I see Rohan’s face, and his smile gives me the strength to keep going.

I work as much as I can, taking up odd jobs to earn whatever little I can to pay for food, medicines, and transportation to the hospital. However, it is never enough. The cost of his treatment, along with our daily needs, is overwhelming, and there are days when I feel like I am failing him as a mother.

Rohan is so brave, much braver than me. He rarely complains, even when he is in pain. He loves to draw, and when he can muster the energy, he spends hours coloring pictures of the world he dreams of—a world full of hope, happiness, and good health.

As his mother, I am reaching out with a heavy heart, asking for guidance or help in any form. 

Every day I wake up with one wish in my heart—to see my son healthy and happy again. I refuse to give up, but I cannot do this alone. If there is any way you can help, please let me know. I am forever grateful for your time, your kindness, and your compassion.