“The Tumor Grew — But So Did Our Faith”.2348

💛 Władek’s Fight: Between Pain, Hope, and Faith 💛

There are moments when words feel too small for the weight they must carry.
Moments when hope flickers — fragile, trembling — but refuses to go out.

For Władek’s family, this is one of those moments.

For a few precious weeks, they had dared to believe that things were finally turning around. After months of exhausting treatments — endless hospital stays, chemotherapy, immunotherapy — they had allowed themselves to hope that this chapter of fear was nearing its end.

But then, the pain returned.

It started quietly — just a complaint about his stomach, a hand pressed against his side. His parents tried to stay calm. Maybe it was just a reaction to the medication, a side effect of the powerful drugs meant to save him. They’d seen him go through so much already; surely this was just another hurdle on the long road to recovery.

But deep down, a familiar dread began to rise.

When you’ve spent months fighting cancer, you learn to read every look, every gesture, every silence from the doctors. You learn that sometimes, it’s not what they say, but what they don’t say, that hurts the most.

On September 22nd, Władek underwent a full series of tests — MRI, PET-CT, and a CT scan. His parents waited in the cold hospital corridor, hearts pounding, praying for a miracle.

Days passed. Then, the results came.

The immunotherapy, their last great hope, hadn’t worked.
The tumor — instead of shrinking — had grown.

The words landed like a blow.
For a moment, no one spoke. The room spun.

They had been told that this treatment might finally bring change, that it could give Władek a real chance. They clung to that hope like a lifeline. But now…

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath their feet.

As if that wasn’t enough, during one of the checkups, the doctors discovered inflammation around the pancreas. Further scans revealed the truth — the tumor was pressing against it, causing pain and new complications.

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It was a cruel twist in a fight that had already taken everything from them — energy, savings, sleep, and almost all sense of normal life.

But even then, even through tears and exhaustion, they didn’t break.

Because Władek is still here.
And as long as he is here, there is still something to fight for.

Today, they begin another stage of treatment — a new chemotherapy protocol with three powerful drugs

The doctors hope it will at least slow the disease’s progress.
But Władek’s parents are daring to believe in something more — that this time, the cancer might finally retreat.

“We still believe this isn’t the end,” his mother says quietly. “We can’t give up.”

It’s not the first time they’ve said those words.
And it won’t be the last.

There’s no single cure that guarantees a way out of this nightmare.
Immunotherapy failed. Targeted therapy failed. Surgery didn’t bring the breakthrough they prayed for.

But surrender is not an option.

The doctors are searching for more solutions. The family is holding on to faith — in medicine, in miracles, in the kindness of people who refuse to look away.

Because through every stage of this battle, one truth has remained unshakable:

Władek is not alone.

Every message, every donation, every prayer from strangers and friends alike gives them strength to wake up and face another day.

It’s because of people who care — people who may never meet Władek but still choose to fight beside him — that this little boy still has a chance.

A chance to laugh again.
A chance to grow up.
A chance to live.

There are days when his mother feels like collapsing, when fear threatens to drown her completely. But then she looks at her son — tired, pale, yet still managing a small smile — and remembers why they keep going.

Władek’s courage is the kind that humbles everyone around him.
He doesn’t complain.

He endures every needle, every drip, every hour of pain with quiet strength that seems too big for such a small body.

“He just wants to go home,” his mother says softly. “He wants to play. He wants to be like other children. That’s all.”

And so they keep fighting — one day, one breath, one prayer at a time.

Faith.
Hope.
Love.

That’s all they have left.
But sometimes, that’s all you need.

As his mother wrote in her latest update:

“We believe with all our hearts that this is not the end of the fight. We cannot give up. Everything we have — our strength, our faith, our love — belongs to him. Thank you for standing with us. It’s because of you that we can keep going.”

“Nowhere Else to Go: A Family’s Midnight Plea”.33

Just after midnight, the front door creaked open, and in came a small, weary family. A woman held a toddler tightly against her chest, while three more children trailed behind, clinging to one another as if their tiny hands could hold back the fear that had followed them all day. Their clothes were wrinkled, worn, and dusty, their eyes wide with exhaustion and uncertainty.

When she looked at me, her voice barely more than a whisper, she said five words that have stayed with me ever since:
“We have nowhere else to go.”