After the recent b*ombing of the neighboring tower, we were forced to relocate for the eleventh time from the place we had been seeking refuge. Sadly, we no longer have a home and are constantly searching for a safe spot to shelter from the ongoing bombardments.
In the past few days, my three-month-old son Khaled’s condition has worsened significantly. He developed severe chest allergies from inhaling dust and ro*cket smoke, accompanied by a high fever. We couldn’t find a hospital to provide the necessary care, so we had to go to a private doctor, which cost us a substantial amount of money that we barely have.
The doctor recommended four nebulization sessions daily to ease his condition, but providing these sessions has been nearly impossible due to the power outages. We’ve relied on kind people with solar panels who allowed us to use their nebulizer, but securing nighttime doses has been a challenge. We’ve had to reduce the number of sessions despite their critical importance to Khaled's well-being.
As for me, I have developed severe allergies and cannot find appropriate treatment. The pain worsens daily, especially with the rising temperatures. Each day becomes increasingly difficult and dan*gerous. I live in constant worry for my son, fearing the worsening of his condition amid this severe shortage of treatment and care.
