“I separated from my husband when my daughter was a little over three years old. I moved, found a new job in a radio station, and began to find my bearings as a single parent. It was not an easy task to be a single mother, it has its own challenges.
My daughter was an active child, always cheerful and on her feet. Suddenly, on her eighth birthday, she fell ill and doctors said her haemoglobin level was very low. They thought it was jaundice, but things just kept getting worse. She was not able to move. Finally, I admitted her into a hospital, and doctors said she had a rare disease called Wilson’s Disease and needed a liver transplant. I had never even heard of liver transplants before.
The first choice for a donor is always the biological parents,especially the father. For the sake of my child, I reached out my ex husband but the results showed fatty liver. The next choice was me. I have always been scared of needles and fainted when they wanted to check the blood group.
But it was nothing in front of my daughter’s pain. I was angry and overwhelmed by questions. What had I done wrong? Why should my daughter have to face this? Yet, when the time came, I mustered the strength and passed all the tests there were – both physical and mental. Today she is fourteen and has diet restrictions and knows the seriousness of it, but she is back on her feet.
After the operation, the tide changed in my favour. I got a new job, moved to Dubai.
Prior to this, I had never travelled abroad and I didn’t have a passport. The journey was overwhelming. My daughter joined me in six months. Its been 4 years and life is beautiful. Im working hard to give her the best. Recently we went to Manchester together and soaked in the shared love for travel and photography.
I want my daughter to be a good person; independent and kind and my daughter wants me to marry before she turns seventeen.”
Submitted by: – Namitha Naiyar via thelogicalindian