Dukhuram never thought that a tiny sore in his mouth would turn his world upside down. Like many of us, he assumed it was just a minor mouth ulcer—painful, but temporary. Something that a few medicines or home remedies would heal. But when the ulcer kept growing, when it refused to go away, and when pain became unbearable, he finally visited a doctor. That’s when life shattered. The diagnosis? Cancer. And not just any cancer—an aggressive form affecting his mouth, one that now threatens his ability to eat, speak, survive.

The Man Who Carried a Family on His Shoulders

Dukhuram is just 33. A young father, a dedicated husband, and the only earning member of his family. He lives in a small village in Chhattisgarh, where every rupee counts and every day is a struggle. His wife manages the household and looks after their young children, while Dukhuram worked hard—often doing labor-intensive jobs—to ensure they have food on the table. But today, his family sits in silence, broken and helpless. Their only support system is crumbling—and the man who once protected them, now needs to be protected. Relatives stopped visiting. Friends avoid meeting. People look at him and flinch. They whisper. They stare. They walk away. “It feels like I’ve become a monster,” he says, eyes brimming with tears. Not because of how he looks—but because of how others now look at him.

The Growing Burden: Financial, Emotional, and Physical

Cancer is cruel—but poverty makes it merciless. Dukhuram’s family had no savings. The little they had was spent on local treatments, transportation, and pain management. When doctors confirmed he needed multiple surgeries, skin grafting, and critical care, the estimated cost was ₹10.56 lakhs. That’s more than his entire family earns in years. They’ve borrowed from neighbours. Sold off personal belongings. Still, the amount they’ve collected isn’t enough for even the first round of surgery. And every passing day is pushing the cancer further—stealing his voice, his ability to eat, his time with his kids.

A Father’s Silent Plea: “Let Me Live… For Them”

What Dukhuram fears most is not death—it’s leaving behind his children to struggle like he once did. He wants to live not just to survive, but to be there for his daughter’s school admission, to attend his son’s birthday, to sit beside his wife again without pain and shame. But right now, the disease has robbed him of everything:

• He can’t eat properly.
• He can’t speak like before.
• He can’t work, meaning there’s no income.
• He can’t afford treatment, meaning no way out.

Imagine watching your world fall apart—just because you couldn’t afford to treat a disease in time. The Light at the End of the Tunnel Despite the pain and the rejections, Dukhuram is still holding on to hope. His doctors believe his life can be saved. With timely and proper treatment, he can undergo reconstruction, regain functions, and recover. But the clock is ticking. And without support, the cancer will win—not because it’s incurable, but because poverty delays the cure.

Why Your Health Shouldn’t Depend on Your Wallet

Mouth cancer is treatable. Thousands survive.
But the difference between those who do and those who don’t is access.

Access to hospitals.
Access to medicine.
Access to funding.

Dukhuram’s life hangs in the balance not because he delayed the fight, but because money did.

Be the Reason He Lives

Donating to Dukhuram is not just helping a patient—it’s saving a father, a husband, a human being who didn’t deserve this.