
My younger son Mohnish is with his grandparents – but when we call his first question is not 'When will you come back?' It is if his bhaiya (older brother) finally ate anything. I don't have words to tell him that eating is the least of our worries. Bhaiya is on dialysis and breathing support and without a liver transplant in the next few days, he will not make it.When I first heard that Puransh needed a liver transplant, I said that I would be the donor. My husband Hitarth is diabetic and can't be the donor. I just wanted to get the process started and got necessary tests. But the next day, the day of the transplant, the doctor called me aside with a serious look on his face.At home, Puransh and his little brother Mohnish are a team - always with each otherMy first awful thought was – Is something wrong with my son? I realised I had stopped breathing only when the doctor said Puransh was fine. To my crushing disappointment, I was told that my own liver was scarred and that I coul
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