Warriors and Survivors - Children Cancer Stories by Rukh Yusuf - Blog # 226
I am Rukh Yusuf, Clinical Pharmacist, also specialized in Total Parenteral Nutrition and Bone Marrow Transplant. I have been working in the Pediatric Oncology unit of a public hospital for several years. The mission of this blog is to bring to you the real-life stories of child patients suffering from cancer. Cancer is still a difficult disease to handle and treat. However, when it strikes the children, some so young that they cannot even speak, their agony is beyond expression and words. Let us pray especially for children suffering from cancer for early and complete remission. May Allah shower His Merciful Blessings upon them. Aameen.
In the heart of Gujranwala, life for most families is a blend of hard work, simple pleasures, and the daily effort to make ends meet. The streets are filled with the noise of motorbikes, street vendors calling out their prices, and the smell of fresh bread from roadside bakeries. For five-year-old Maria, this was the world she knew in a small rented home, the warmth of her mother’s cooking, and the laughter she shared with her older brother in the evenings.
Maria was just like any other child in her neighborhood. She loved wearing her bright pink dress, playing with her cousins. Every morning, she would eagerly pack her small school bag and rush to the gate, waiting for her father to walk her to the local nursery school.
But a few months ago, something began to change. Maria started coming home from school looking tired. She would sit quietly in a corner instead of running outside to play. At first, her parents thought it was the summer heat, or maybe she was just catching colds too often. Then came the bruises small, round marks on her legs and arms that wouldn’t go away. She began complaining about pain in her bones, and fevers became a regular visitor in their home.
Her parents took her to a nearby clinic, where the doctor prescribed medicines for weakness. But when her condition didn’t improve, a more experienced doctor recommended blood tests. The results came back with words her parents had never heard before: Pre B Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia : a type of blood cancer that affects the bone marrow and blood of young children.
For Maria’s parents, the world seemed to stop. They were not only hearing the word “cancer” for the first time in their family, but they were also faced with a reality they didn’t know how to manage. Cancer treatment meant hospital visits, chemotherapy sessions, blood transfusions, and regular lab work all things that cost far more than the family’s modest monthly income.
In Pakistan, for many families like Maria’s, a diagnosis like this is not just a health crisis, it is a financial and emotional earthquake. Her father, who works long hours in a small workshop, earns just enough to cover rent, groceries, and school fees. Now, every rupee has to be stretched further bus fares to the hospital, medicines not always available in government stock, and the cost of nutritious food for Maria’s weakened body.
The hospital trips have become part of their new routine. Maria clutches her small, worn-out doll during chemotherapy sessions. Sometimes she cries, but often she stays quiet, her big brown eyes fixed on the white walls of the ward. Her mother sits beside her, holding her hand, whispering prayers under her breath. Between treatments, Maria still asks about her school and her friends. She misses sitting on the classroom floor, writing letters in her notebook, and raising her hand when the teacher asked questions.
Her parents try to stay strong in front of her, but at night, when the children are asleep, they sit together in silence counting the days until the next hospital appointment, wondering how they will manage to pay for it, and praying for a miracle.
What keeps them going is Maria’s spirit. One afternoon, during a short break from the hospital, Maria looked at her mother and said, “Ammi, main theek ho jaungi, phir main school jaungi” “Mama, I will get better, then I will go to school.” For her parents, that simple sentence is a reminder of why they cannot give up.
In many neighborhoods across Pakistan, there are families like Maria’s ordinary people who are suddenly pulled into an extraordinary struggle. Their stories rarely make headlines, but they live them every day: the fear, the financial strain, the resilience, and above all, the love that pushes them forward.
Maria’s journey is still unfolding. The road ahead is long, but with each hospital visit, each small improvement in her blood counts, and each smile she manages to give, her family holds on to hope. She is not just a patient; she is a daughter, a sister, a student, and a little girl who dreams of returning to her classroom. And in the small lanes of Gujranwala, that dream is worth fighting for.
Prayers for Maria and all the sick children and their families who have to face this pain of cancer. May Allah make it easy for them. Aameen