Warriors and Survivors - 244

Children Cancer Stories by Rukh Yusuf - Blog # 244

I am Rukh Yusuf, Clinical Pharmacist, also specialized in Total Parenteral Nutrition and Bone Marrow Transplant. I have worked in the Pediatric Oncology unit of a public hospital. 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. 

Zohran was seven, small for his age, with a quiet curiosity that often made him linger a little longer under the sun when other children had gone home. He lives in a tiny village, where the earth smells of wet clay after rain and the days are measured by the crowing of roosters and the rhythmic hum of the river nearby. His house is modest, rooms with cracked walls and open corridors. Life is simple, and yet it is full for Zohran, full of the small adventures that children of his age often take for granted.

Lately, however, things began to change. Zohran finds himself getting tired more easily. Walking to school felt like trudging through mud even when the path is dry. His small hands, once quick to chase kites and catch sparrows, now trembles when he tried to hold his pencils steady. His mother noticed the bruises that appeared on his skin for no reason she could understand, and the nights when he would cough quietly in the dark, trying not to wake anyone.

His father, a man of few words who spent his days in the fields, tries to remain hopeful. He would tell Zohran to eat more, to sleep more, to take care of himself. But he, too, carrying a quiet worry, the kind that grows heavy in the chest and sits there, wordless, waiting. They had heard whispers in the village about strange illnesses, about children falling ill for no reason, but the words never had names. They don’t know the language of disease; they only knew fear and confusion.

The day they brought Zohran to the hospital, he didn’t really understand why he had to leave the village, why the white walls and bright lights felt so different from the soft earth of home. He clutched his mother’s hand, his small fingers gripping tightly, and asked quietly if he had done something wrong. She smiled softly, trying to mask her own worry, and shook her head. “No, beta, nothing is your fault,” she whispered. But even as she said it, she could feel the unfamiliar weight of uncertainty pressing against her chest.

In the hospital, the words came slowly, in a language that felt strange and heavy. “B-cell leukemia,” the doctor said, as if that explained everything, but it did not. To Zohran, it sounded like a spell from one of his storybooks, something distant, not real. To his parents, it was a word that carried the weight of a future they could not predict. Chemotherapy, blood tests, transfusions,  all of it was a rhythm that they had to follow without truly understanding, a dance of hope and fear.

The treatment days were long and quiet. Zohran spent hours sitting by the window, watching the birds outside, wishing to be among them again. He missed the smell of wet clay, the laughter of the children running barefoot along the dusty lanes. His small body bore the weight of the medicine, his energy slowly ebbing away. Some days, he would sit with his mother as she combed his hair, her hands trembling, trying not to cry. Other days, he would ask his father to tell him stories of the village, of the river and the trees, anything that could take him back to a world that still felt safe.

His parents are facing their own battles. They never imagined they will have to navigate hospitals, treatments, and medical jargon. Money was scarce, every trip to the city felt like a risk to their fragile savings. The neighbors whispered, some with sympathy, some with fear, but in their hearts, Zohran’s parents carrying the heaviest burden. They have to stay strong for him, to smile even when their own hearts aching, to make decisions about a future they can not predict.

Even so, in the quiet corners of the hospital, there were moments of tenderness. Zohran’s laughter, soft and fleeting, could light up a room. His curiosity, though dampened by fatigue, still peeking out in small ways a question about the clouds, a fascination with the shapes of the trees outside, a wonder at the colors of his medicine. His parents learning to celebrate small victories: a day without fever, a smile after a difficult treatment, a moment when he reached out to hold their hands without fear.

In the evenings, they sit together, holding each other’s hands in the dim light, finding comfort not in understanding everything, but in being together. The world outside is uncertain, sometimes harsh, but in those quiet moments, there is a fragile, enduring hope. Zohran do not fully understand what is happening to him, and his parents do not fully know what the future hold. Yet, amidst the fear and exhaustion, there is love patience, steadfast, and quietly fierce binding them together like the roots of a tree that refuse to break even in the strongest wind.

And so, their days continues, one at a time, carrying the weight of uncertainty with gentle courage, finding small moments of joy and connection in a world that had suddenly become so much bigger and stranger than the one they knew before.

Prayers for Zohran and all the sick children and their families who have to face this pain of cancer. May Allah make it easy for them. Aameen

Warriors and Survivors - 243

Children Cancer Stories by Rukh Yusuf - Blog # 243

I am Rukh Yusuf, Clinical Pharmacist, also specialized in Total Parenteral Nutrition and Bone Marrow Transplant. I have worked in the Pediatric Oncology unit of a public hospital. 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. 

Faisal’s Story: An Eight-Year-Old Boy Facing What He Cannot Understand

Eight-year-old Faisal had always lived a simple, predictable life in Sialkot. His days usually revolved around school, cricket in the narrow street outside his home, and teasing his younger brother while sharing small responsibilities with his older sister. Nothing in his routine could predict that life could shift so suddenly, or that a quiet diagnosis in a hospital room would change the entire map of his family’s future.

Just a month ago, his parents noticed he was more tired than usual. He came home from school complaining of headaches and wanting to sleep instead of playing. They assumed it was the usual childhood fatigue or maybe a seasonal infection. After all, children fall sick often, and it usually passes. But when the tiredness became more visible, and he started losing interest in the little joys he once chased so eagerly, they decided to take him for tests. That single decision, made with the calmness of routine concern, led them into a world they never imagined one where the word “leukemia” became part of their everyday vocabulary.

Faisal has T-cell leukemia. He doesn’t know what the word means. He only knows that his parents look different, worried in a way they try to hide but cannot. He knows he suddenly has to visit a bigger hospital, far from Sialkot, where doctors use long names for medicines and where nurses often say, “This might hurt a little,” before inserting needles that make him wince. For him, life has become a mixture of hospital corridors, waiting rooms, travel, and the strange quietness that follows him wherever he goes.

His parents, both working in a school back in Sialkot, carry a different kind of burden. They understand the word. They know T-cell leukemia is serious, unpredictable, and demanding medically, financially, and emotionally. For a middle class family, the diagnosis does not come alone; it brings expenses, travel, long waiting hours, and the uncomfortable fear of the unknown. Each trip to the city means time away from work, loss of income, and added transportation costs. Yet, there is no option. Treatment cannot wait.

At night, after Faisal is asleep, they talk softly, trying to make sense of decisions they never expected to face. Should they borrow money? Should one parent stop working temporarily? How will they divide attention among their three children? They are used to planning monthly budgets, not hospital stays. They are used to guiding students in classrooms, not managing medical files and treatment schedules. Still, they show up for him every day, learning to navigate this new life because there is no other choice.

Faisal’s siblings sense the change before anyone explains it to them. His older sister notices how their parents whisper in the kitchen. She sees her mother packing bags at odd hours and her father returning home later than usual. She doesn’t fully know what leukemia means, but she understands that something heavy has entered their home. At school, she tries to stay focused, but her mind drifts back to her brother. She wonders why he looks so tired now and why he doesn’t run to her when she comes back from school anymore.

His younger brother reacts differently. He asks questions many of them. “Why isn’t Faisal coming to play?” “Why does he go to the doctor so much?” “Is he okay now?” Adults try to keep answers simple, but children understand more from silence than words. He feels the emptiness in their small living room when Faisal stays in bed instead of playing with him. He feels the tension, even if he cannot label it.

For Faisal himself, the world has become confusing. He doesn’t know why strangers in white coats speak to him in gentle tones. He doesn’t know why everyone tells him to be “strong.” He only knows that he wants his normal days back his school bag, his cricket bat, the evening sunlight falling across the street where he used to chase his friends. He misses the certainty of routine. And though he cannot name it, he feels life slowing down around him, as if the world has become something he must now tolerate rather than explore.

The family, meanwhile, moves forward one day at a time. They do not speak in dramatic terms. They do not call themselves strong or brave. They are simply a middle-class household trying to keep life moving while absorbing a shock that has altered every corner of their reality. The illness brings fear, but also a sense of quiet adjustment. They ration their strength, reserving it for doctor visits, for difficult phone calls, for moments when they must appear calm in front of the children.

For them, hope is not loud. It is not made of big statements or grand promises. It shows itself gently in the way Faisal smiles on a good day, in the relief of a stable lab report, in the softness with which his mother wakes him for an appointment, or in the steady hand of his father guiding him through a hospital corridor.

This is not a story of dramatic courage. It is a story of a family learning to live beside uncertainty. A family who wakes up every morning wishing that things were different yet doing everything they can within the limits of their means. A child who cannot understand the disease shaping his days, and siblings who stand at the edges of it, trying to make sense of the new silence in their home.

And somewhere within all of this between the long travels, the medical bills, the quiet fears, and the small glimmers of routine this family keeps moving, hoping for a future where Faisal can return to being just an eight-year-old boy again.

Prayers for Faisal and all the sick children and their families who have to face this pain of cancer. May Allah make it easy for them. Aameen

Warriors and Survivors - 242

Children Cancer Stories by Rukh Yusuf - Blog # 242

I am Rukh Yusuf, Clinical Pharmacist, also specialized in Total Parenteral Nutrition and Bone Marrow Transplant. I have worked in the Pediatric Oncology unit of a public hospital. 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. 

Ali’s Journey: A Young Boy Facing Leukemia

Ali, a lively boy from Sahiwal is seven years old, whose days used to be filled with the simple joys of childhood, running around in the courtyard. Playing cricket with neighborhood friends and sharing small adventures with his little sister. He loved school and enjoyed learning new things, though sometimes he would come home tired from long days of study and play. His laughter was frequent, his curiosity endless, and his parents often marveled at his energy and imagination.

All of this began to change quietly. Ali started feeling unusually tired, losing his appetite, and developing bruises on his arms and legs. Initially, his parents thought it was minor perhaps a fall while playing or just fatigue from school. But when the bruises became more noticeable and his fatigue worsened, they knew something was wrong. After consulting a local doctor, Ali was referred to Lahore for further evaluation. The diagnosis that followed was one no parent ever anticipates: acute leukemia.

The news hit Ali’s parents like a wave. His mother, who had spent her days caring for the family and managing the household, felt a deep sense of helplessness. His father, the family’s primary source of financial support, faced the sudden reality of balancing work, hospital trips, and the growing emotional burden. Overnight, their lives shifted from routine familiarity to hospital corridors, lab reports, and treatment schedules.

For Ali, the world became a series of hospital visits, blood tests, and unfamiliar procedures. Each day brought new challenges: injections, IV lines, and the occasional painful procedure. Despite this, he displayed a quiet resilience. Sometimes he would ask simple questions about the medications or tests, mixing curiosity with fear, but he always tried to remain brave for his parents. On the good days, he found small moments of joy.  He likes reading a story, playing a brief game, or enjoying his favorite snack brought brief respite from the hospital routine.

The family’s daily life has been restructured entirely around his care. His mother now spends long hours by his side, monitoring his medications, communicating with doctors, and comforting him through moments of fear or discomfort. His father makes frequent trips to Lahore, balancing his work with the constant worry about Ali’s condition. Nights are often long, filled with concern and uncertainty, but they try to hold on to moments of normalcy, reading stories together, talking about school, or sharing a small laugh when possible.

Ali’s diagnosis has also brought into focus the emotional toll on the wider family. His younger sister misses the carefree time she once had with her brother. Extended family and friends, while supportive, can only partially ease the anxiety and exhaustion that pervade the household. Financial concerns, travel challenges, and the long-term uncertainties of treatment weigh heavily on his parents’ minds.

Despite these hardships, Ali demonstrates a remarkable quiet strength. He has moments of playfulness, curiosity, and humor, and these remind his parents that he is still a child, not defined by his illness. It is in these small moments Ali’s shy smile after a painful injection, his curiosity about a storybook, or his laughter during a brief game that the family finds hope and resilience.

Ali’s story highlights the multifaceted impact of pediatric leukemia. It is a disease that affects not just the child but the entire family, bringing emotional, logistical, and financial challenges. It also underscores the importance of early detection, timely treatment, and the support networks that families need from medical teams to community resources.

This story serves as a reminder of the resilience of children and families navigating such illnesses and the urgent need for awareness and support. Every child like Ali deserves access to medical care, understanding, and a community that stands with them. Their journey is difficult, but it is also filled with moments that reveal strength, love, and quiet endurance qualities that are often unseen but deeply impactful.

Ali’s journey is just beginning, and while the road ahead is uncertain, the love and care surrounding him provide a foundation of hope. His story calls for empathy, awareness, and action from all of us to ensure that children with leukemia and their families do not walk this path alone.

Prayers for Ali and all the sick children and their families who have to face this pain of cancer. May Allah make it easy for them. Aameen