Before he became sick, my son Barathraj loved evenings the most on a typical day. He went out and played with his friends for hours. But one evening last December, his laughter was replaced with cries of pain as he fell and hit his head on the pavement. His mother and I thought it was a small head injury at first, but later realised that he had a blood clot. We rushed to Sri Ramachandra Hospital, Chennai from our village for better treatment. I never imagined that my playful son would wind up in the ICU with his body in shock and with a dozen tubes covering his small face.Medicines didn’t help my poor sonFrom there, everything went downhill for us. Barathraj was given medicines to prevent fits, which ended up giving him rashes. His whole body was filled with red spots and I remember my wife’s scared face clearly. The doctors told us that his liver was weak and gave him more medicines. I had a bad feeling about his worsening health, but tried to put up a brave face in front of m
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