A 10-Centimeter Tumor — and a Mother’s Unbreakable Hope: Marika’s Fight for Life
Not long ago, 13-year-old Marika was just like any other girl her age — full of laughter, plans, and energy. She loved spending time with friends, drawing, and dreaming about the future. Then, without warning, everything changed.
For two long years, Marika complained of headaches. At first, they came and went — mild, manageable, easy to dismiss. But over time, they grew sharper, stronger, and more frequent. Her mother watched helplessly as her once vibrant daughter grew pale, exhausted, and withdrawn.
Doctors blamed stress. Puberty. Hormones. Thyroid imbalance.
But a mother’s heart knows.
“I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong,” her mother recalls. “She was in pain every day, and no one could tell me why.”
After another night of agony and a six-hour wait in the emergency room, they were sent home again — this time with paracetamol and nasal spray. But a mother’s intuition wouldn’t rest. She scheduled a private
That’s when the world stopped.
“A 10-Centimeter Tumor.”
The doctor’s words felt unreal — as if time itself shattered. In Marika’s left frontal lobe, a 10-centimeter malignant tumor
“It was a miracle she was still alive,” the doctors said.
Within hours, Marika was rushed by ambulance to the hospital in Katowice. On
Cancer.
At thirteen years old.
A Battle Begins
Since that day, Marika’s world has been reduced to hospital rooms, IV lines, and the cold hum of medical machines. She has already undergone her
But she hasn’t given up. Not for a second.
“She’s my little warrior,” her mother says softly. “Even when she cries from pain, she tells me she’ll keep fighting.”
Ahead lies proton therapy in Krakow — a highly targeted form of radiation that offers the best chance of saving her life without devastating side effects. It’s their greatest hope. But it’s also
One Mother, One Mission
Marika’s mother is raising her alone. Between hospital stays, long nights of worry, and mounting bills, she fights two battles — one for her daughter’s life, and another against despair.
“I never imagined I’d have to beg for help to save my child,” she says through tears. “But I will. I’ll do anything. I just need people to see her — to know that she deserves a future.”
Each step of treatment — chemotherapy, proton therapy, rehabilitation, specialist consultations — costs more than one person can bear. Yet every step is vital. Every moment matters.
The Power of Hope
Through all the pain, Marika still smiles when she can. She watches her favorite cartoons, dreams of seeing her friends again, and clings to the small joys her mother can still give — a warm blanket, a whispered story, a hand that never lets go.
“She tells me she wants to be healthy again. That she wants to dance. That’s all she wants — to live.”
Every donation, every share, every kind word brings them closer to that dream. Together, we can give this brave young girl a chance to heal — a chance to grow up.
Because no mother should ever have to fight this battle alone. And no child should face a world where help comes too late.
💗 Marika’s fight isn’t over — it’s just beginning. Help her finish it. Help her live.
One Step at a Time — Helping Dmytro Walk Again After Cancer
When you hear that your child has cancer, everything stops. The world goes silent, your heart freezes, and even breathing feels impossible. You look at your son — innocent, fragile, full of life — and ask the one question that has no answer:
That was the moment our world collapsed.
My son, Dmytro, was diagnosed with Ewing’s sarcoma — a rare, aggressive bone cancer that strikes without mercy. When the doctor spoke those words, I could barely process them. Cancer. My little boy. It felt unreal, unbearable. But there was no time to grieve. We had to act.
What followed was a battle no child should ever face.
Dmytro endured 15 grueling cycles of chemotherapy. Each one drained him a little more — the nausea, the weakness, the pain that no parent can take away. He lost his hair, his appetite, and his energy, but not his spirit. Then came surgery — a complex operation to remove the tumor and replace the damaged bone with a prosthetic joint.
He was only a child, yet he faced every needle, every sleepless night, every wave of pain with courage that left the doctors in awe. “He’s stronger than most adults,” one of them said. And it’s true.
Today, Dmytro continues to take chemotherapy tablets. He no longer cries — not because it doesn’t hurt, but because he’s learned to endure. His body is weary, but his will to live remains unbroken.
Our greatest battle now is not just survival — it’s recovery.
The treatment saved his life, but it took away something precious: his ability to walk without pain. The muscles in his leg have weakened from months of immobility. His gait is unsteady. He dreams of running again, of kicking a ball, of feeling the ground beneath his feet without fear. But for that to happen, he needs intensive rehabilitation — and he needs it now.
We’ve applied for free rehabilitation through the public system, but the earliest available date is in November. That’s far too long to wait. Every day of inactivity means more muscle loss, more pain, more frustration for a boy who has already lost too much.
As a mother, I can’t sit by and watch his progress slip away. I can’t bear to see him struggle to stand while knowing help exists — but is just out of reach. That’s why I’m asking for your help.
The funds we raise will go directly toward private, immediate rehabilitation — to rebuild Dmytro’s strength, restore his mobility, and give him back the freedom cancer tried to steal. The therapy will include physical exercises, hydrotherapy, and specialized muscle training under constant supervision. Every session is a step closer to a normal life — a step closer to running, laughing, living.
I’m not asking for much. Just for a chance — a chance for my child to walk again without pain, to reclaim the simple joys that illness has taken from him.
Cancer doesn’t end when the hospital doors close. The fight continues in quiet rooms and rehabilitation centers, in every painful stretch and trembling step. Dmytro’s scars tell a story not just of suffering, but of survival — of a boy who refused to give up when the odds were against him.
He has already conquered the disease once. Now he’s fighting to conquer its aftermath.
Please, help us make that possible. Your support can give Dmytro the therapy he needs — and with it, a piece of his childhood back. Every donation, every share, every kind word matters more than you know.
We believe in our son — in his strength, his courage, and his smile that still shines through the pain. We just need a little help to give him the future he deserves.
Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come from medicine alone — it comes from love, from compassion, and from the people who choose to stand beside a child who’s still fighting to walk again.
