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I remember vividly, in 2009, at the age of 13, I started bleeding out of nowhere. My parents rushed me to the hospital, and I was discharged after staying there for 3-4 days. I went back home, but soon the bleeding erupted again, and I was rushed to the hospital for the second time. This ordeal occurred repeatedly, almost three to four times. After that, the doctors recommended that I be transferred to a hospital in Gurgaon. I felt better during my time there and more relaxed than before.

Soon after, my parents and I went to our village. It was there that the bleeding started again. The local hospital and staff weren't equipped enough and were in a conundrum about how to stop my bleeding. Somehow, they managed to do so. My parents decided to take me to Delhi, and on our way there, my bleeding started again. It was so acute that the train had to be halted, and a doctor had to be called, who treated me. The bleeding started again as soon as we resumed the journey, and my condition had worsened immensely. I was taken to a Gurgaon hospital, where the doctors suggested surgery. Soon, they refused to treat me on the grounds of my uncontrolled bleeding, and I was shifted to a hospital in Safdarjung. The latter also refused to treat me on the same grounds, but my father was determined to get me treated this time and somehow convinced the hospital to do so. As my body was severely depleted of blood, it was arranged for me, and eight units of blood were transfused into my body.

I stayed at that hospital for three months. I remember the agony I went through when I had my biopsy done. The doctors had not administered anesthesia, which led to immense pain, and almost 6-7 doctors were holding me as if I were an animal. Just recalling this particular incident still gives me goosebumps. I still ponder why it happened to me. Eventually, cancer was diagnosed, and my chemotherapy began. The doctors recommended surgery and said the illness could not be cured without it. The surgery involved removing my uterus, which meant I could never become a mother in the future. My parents agreed to it; however, they were reluctant to sign the consent papers and asked the doctors to provide a complete guarantee of my well-being post-surgery. The doctors could not guarantee that, and my parents gathered the courage to sign the papers. After the surgery, I had one chemotherapy session and was recommended for radiotherapy. I underwent thirty radiotherapy sessions and also had follow-up sessions for five years afterward.

The entire process, however, was peppered with difficulties and challenges. During that time, my father even had an accident, but he refused to lose hope and stood firm. He ended up selling a lot of his property as my treatment was financially draining. Societal pressure also existed at that point. My parents were advised not to spend so much on my treatment since I am a girl and could not eventually become a mother. My parents did not pay heed to any of it and stood tall with their decision to get me proper treatment. My father would say I am his son, as I do not have a brother, and not becoming a mother was not the end of the world for me. Had it not been for my father and the ceaseless support he provided me with, I would not be here, sharing my story with others. Eventually, I got to know about [Company Name] at a Diwali party, and they went on to provide me with a scholarship of Rs. 1 lakh to pursue engineering. I completed my engineering and am currently working as an assistant manager at the same organization. Financial support is integral to this process; had it not been for my father selling off his properties, I would not have received proper treatment. I urge everyone to support children who are battling cancer and donate so that many more children can receive help and a new lease on life.