“Please Help Save Ewelinka’s Life – A Two-Year-Old Fighting Stage IV Cancer”.

“Ewelinka’s Fight: A Baby’s Battle Against Neuroblastoma” 💔

From the moment she was born, she seemed perfect — a tiny miracle wrapped in a hospital blanket.
Her mother held her close, thinking only of the years of love ahead.

But just days later, that dream began to unravel.

When Ewelinka came home, her mother noticed something strange.
Her little belly — soft and round — began to grow.
At first, she thought it might be normal.


But soon, it became clear something was terribly wrong.

The Diagnosis No Parent Should Hear

Doctors ordered tests.
Then more tests.
And finally, the words that changed everything:

“Stage IV neuroblastoma with metastases to the liver.”

Cancer.
A word no parent should ever hear about their child — and especially not about a baby just two months old.

“I couldn’t believe it,” her mother says. “How can such a tiny baby be fighting for her life before it’s even begun?”

They began treatment in Olsztyn immediately.
Chemotherapy was the only hope.
But instead of getting better, Ewelinka’s condition worsened.

Her mother held her in her arms the day she stopped breathing.

“I felt her slipping away,” she whispers. “I felt like I was dying too.”

Doctors rushed in.
They saved her — but the memory of that moment will never fade.

A Growing Monster Inside

Ewelinka’s tumor was enormous — 7 by 8 centimeters — growing inside a body not much larger than a doll.
Her liver swelled to fill 80% of her tiny abdomen.

The chemotherapy wasn’t working.
So they were transferred to Warsaw for life-saving radiotherapy — their last hope.

This time, it worked.
The tumor began to shrink.
But the victory was short-lived.

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Another round of chemotherapy caused the disease to progress again.
New tumors appeared.
The nightmare was far from over.

Doctors classified her as high risk.
She was moved to intensive care.

Then into the operating room.

The surgeons removed as much of the primary tumor as they could — about 70%.
But it wasn’t enough.
More chemotherapy followed.
More suffering.
More nights of watching their baby hooked up to machines, fighting pain she could not understand.

A Timeline of Pain

After chemotherapy came another surgery — to remove the remaining tumor.
Then a bone marrow transplant.
Then another round of radiotherapy.

“I list these treatments in one breath,” her mother says, “but living through them felt like years. Days and nights filled with fear, pain, and helplessness. No one can imagine this hell unless they’ve been here.”

Now, Ewelinka is undergoing immunotherapy — one of the most difficult and painful treatments yet.
And still, the future is uncertain.

The Only Hope Left

Because Ewelinka is high risk, she needs a special therapy to prevent the cancer from returning — a deadly recurrence that would almost certainly take her life.

This treatment exists only in New York, USA.
It’s not covered by insurance.

The cost?
1.5 million złoty.

For a family already living on the edge, it’s an impossible sum.

But without it, Ewelinka’s survival chances are slim.
And neuroblastoma, when it comes back, is even more aggressive.

A Childhood Stolen

Because of the tumor pressing on her nerves, Ewelinka still can’t walk.

She will be two years old soon, but she can only lift her legs a few centimeters.
She’s undergoing rehabilitation, but the progress is slow.

Her whole life has been a fight against cancer.

She doesn’t know what a normal childhood feels like.
She’s never run across a playground, never climbed onto her mother’s lap without tubes and bandages between them.

“Sometimes I close my eyes,” her mother says, “and I picture her running — strong, healthy, smiling. I hold onto that picture like a lifeline.”

But the reality is harsher.
Without treatment, the cancer could return.
And another round might be too much for her tiny body to survive.

A Mother’s Plea

“All I want is for my daughter to live,” she says. “To grow up. To learn to walk. To go to school. To have a chance at life.”

She pushes away the intrusive thoughts of a funeral, of a tiny coffin, of a future that ends before it begins.
She refuses to believe it’s over.

That’s why she’s asking for help.
Because without the kindness of strangers, without donations — even the smallest ones — Ewelinka won’t get the therapy that could save her life.

Fighting for Tomorrow

Ewelinka’s story is one of unimaginable suffering — but also unimaginable courage.
She is a baby who has endured more pain than most adults will in a lifetime.
She is a child who, even as her body weakens, still fights.

Her mother dreams of the day she will walk.
She dreams of the day they will go to the park, and she’ll watch her daughter run into the sunlight.
She dreams of life after cancer.

But to reach that day, they need help.

“Without people with big hearts,” she says, “without shares, without donations, the cancer will come back and take her away from me.”

A Call to Action

Ewelinka’s life hangs in the balance.
She is not just a patient.
She is a daughter, a little sister, a tiny soul who deserves a chance.

Her mother has given everything.
Now she’s asking the world for one thing:
“Please, help me save my little girl.”

Because one day, Ewelinka could be the child who survived.
One day, she could stand on her own two feet, walk out of the hospital, and leave this nightmare behind.

But that day can only come if strangers, moved by her story, decide to give her that chance.

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💙 Jaś’s Heart — The Little Boy Who Defied Death Twice 💙

We cried in the oncology ward as our three-month-old son endured yet another round of chemotherapy.
Every day felt endless — an eternity of fear, prayers, and sterile hospital light.

When we finally found a bone marrow donor and thought we could breathe again, fate struck us once more.
Another diagnosis.
Another nightmare.

This time, it was his heart.
A rare, deadly defect — the kind that few doctors in the world had ever seen.

At night, we woke again and again, terrified to check if his tiny heart was still beating.
Every breath, every flutter under his ribs, felt like a borrowed miracle.

Now, after everything — the chemo, the transplant, the months of hospitals — Jaś has survived the first stage of heart treatment.
Only one last operation stands between him and a healthy, normal life.
Just one step… and yet, for us, that step is everything.

We are so close to the end of this nightmare — to the day our son can finally just live.
But we can’t do it alone.
We need help to reach that final miracle.

When the World Fell Apart

Before Jaś came into our lives, we were just an ordinary family.
Hospitals were places we associated with new beginnings, not fear.
We knew nothing about congenital heart defects, genetic disorders, or chemotherapy schedules.
That was before we learned what real fear feels like — the kind that settles into your bones and never leaves.

During pregnancy, everything seemed fine at first.
We imagined his first steps, his laughter, his birthday candles.
But at the halfway ultrasound, everything changed.

The doctor frowned, then grew quiet.
He spent an hour examining our baby’s heart before finally looking at us and saying the words that shattered our world:

“Your son has a very serious heart defect.”

A defect so rare it occurs in just 0.5% of all heart conditions.

In Jaś’s heart, the chambers were reversed — a condition called L-TGA (levo-transposition of the great arteries).
He also had Ebstein’s anomaly, a severe valve defect, and episodes of rapid, life-threatening arrhythmia.

In the ninth month of pregnancy, we were told not to expect him to survive.
We broke completely.
If we could have, we would have given him our own hearts just to keep his beating.

And yet, against all odds, he was born — crying, breathing, living.
That sound, his first cry, was the most beautiful thing we had ever heard.

The First Battle — Cancer

For a brief moment, his heart seemed stable.
But his pale, chalk-white skin worried us.
We thought it was related to the defect.

We were wrong.

Jaś was diagnosed with aplastic anemia — a failure of his bone marrow to produce blood cells.
A disease so rare it happens in one in a million children.

Our world collapsed again.

Chemotherapy began immediately, followed by transfusions — bag after bag of blood keeping him alive.
We watched as nurses pierced his tiny arms again and again, as tubes ran from his body, as life itself seemed to slip away from him.

We cried helplessly beside his bed.
And then, a miracle: a donor was found.

On April 21st, Jaś underwent a bone marrow transplant — his first victory against death.

The Second Battle — The Heart

After leaving oncology, the heart trouble began.
The defect worsened.
Doctors warned us that if nothing changed, only a heart transplant could save him — and hearts for babies are almost impossible to find.

We couldn’t accept that.
We began writing to hospitals around the world, sending reports, pleading for help.

Everywhere — rejection.
The defect was too rare, too complex.
No one would operate.

Except one man:
Professor Pedro J. del Nido, at Boston Children’s Hospital — one of the best pediatric cardiac surgeons in the world.

He reviewed Jaś’s files and said,

“Bring him here. There is hope.”

It was the first time in months we could breathe.

The First Operation — A Miracle in Boston

The doctors in Boston proposed a two-stage treatment plan.
The first — a banding procedure to control his circulation and prepare his heart.
The second — a full double switch surgery, which would completely correct his heart’s anatomy.

The odds of success? 98%.

But the cost… enormous.
Still, what parent could say no to saving their child’s life?

We turned to the kindness of strangers — people like you.
And you answered.
With your help, we raised the funds.

On February 25th, we flew to Boston.
On March 8th, Jaś’s surgery began.

For two long hours, we sat in silence, unable to move, unable to breathe.
And then — the words we had prayed for:

“The operation was successful.”

Jaś woke up two days later.
Within a week, he was walking through the hospital halls, laughing, tugging his suitcase behind him at the airport.
Our miracle boy.

The Final Step

Now, Jaś is preparing for his final surgery — the one that will make his heart function like any other child’s.
It will involve the full double switch, corrections of blood flow, and an ablation to stabilize his rhythm.
If needed, a pacemaker will be implanted.

If all goes well, Jaś will live without any medication.
No more tubes.
No more hospital beds.
Just life — real life.

But before that can happen, we must once again raise the funds to return to Boston this October.

The Plea

We’ve spent the last two years fighting death — and twice, our little boy has won.
He’s not even two years old, yet he’s survived more than most adults ever will.

At home, we call him our little warrior.
Every time he smiles, we find the strength to keep fighting.

But we can’t do this last step alone.
We need you again — his family of thousands who have loved him from afar.

Please, help us finish what we started.
Help us give Jaś the chance to live without pain, without fear, without machines.

We’ve seen what your kindness can do.
Now, we ask one last time — will you help us save our son’s heart?