Help! His arm had to be cut off his body, and he’s still in danger

My son, Bimal, was my only hope after I lost my husband. But in a single moment, my world came crashing down.

In January, he met with a terrible accident. His right arm and chest were badly crushed. Doctors tried everything, but they couldn’t save his hand. My son, who once dreamed of building a better life, has lost a part of himself forever.

I work in people’s homes just to survive, so I can’t even afford the treatment that will help him heal. Doctors say we need INR 20,00,000.00. But where will I get such a huge amount?

I’m a single-mother, begging for help. Please, don’t let poverty decide my son’s future.

Bimal is just 18, but life has never been kind to us.

I lost my husband years ago, and since then, I have done everything to raise my son alone. I cleaned homes, washed dishes, and worked endlessly just to put food on our table.

I had only one dream - to see Bimal study, work, and build a life better than mine.

Even when we had nothing, I never let him feel poor. I saved every rupee, hoping to send him to college. Just when I thought things might finally get better, fate took everything away.

One accident, and my son’s dreams were shattered. I had struggled my whole life for him, but now, I don’t know how to save him.

 

 

I had just come home after a long day of work when one of Bimal’s friends came running, breathless. “Bimal met with an accident! He’s in the hospital!”

My heart stopped. My hands trembled. I ran as fast as I could, praying it wasn’t serious. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. My son, my Bimal, covered in blood, unconscious.

The doctor looked at me and sighed. “His right hand is badly damaged. The bones in his shoulder, chest, and spine are broken.

His lungs are injured, and there’s bleeding in his brain. His right arm has no blood flow. If we don’t act fast, we may not be able to save it.”

My world shattered.

 

 

The doctors stood in front of me, their faces serious. One of them spoke gently, but his words crushed me.

“We tried everything, but Bimal’s hand is too damaged. The burns have caused severe infection, and there’s no blood flow.

If we don’t remove it, the infection could spread… it could be life-threatening.”

My legs gave out. My son was about to lose his hand forever. How would he live like this? How would he work, hold a pen, or chase his dreams?

As if this pain wasn’t enough, they told me the cost is INR 20,00,000.00. Two months in the hospital, endless treatment, rehabilitation.

How would I, a mother who cleans houses for a living, ever save my son?

 

 

Bimal sits quietly, staring at the ceiling. His voice is low, almost breaking.

"I wanted to study… to build a career. But now, I don’t even have a hand. We have no money. No father. No way forward. How will I ever stand on my own?"

Hearing this shatters me. As a mother, I have given everything to raise him alone. I worked in people’s homes, hoping he would have a better life. But now, all he sees is darkness.

He watches others chase their dreams while his slip away. Yet, he refuses to give up. He still dreams, still hopes. But without help, hope is all he has.

Please, don’t let his future end here. Help me collect the needed ₹20 lakhs, it won’t be possible without your generosity. I am just a mother trying to save her son, he is all I have.