Nothing foretold a tragedy. A normal life, family and work... She was a teacher in a primary school.
November 2016, something bad is starting to happen. Extreme difficulties with speaking, paralysis of the right side of the face and the right hand gets inadequate. We think it's a stroke. We get to the hospital as quickly as possible. A CT scan reveals something in the head. Two days later, magnetic resonance confirms. The doctor’s diagnose: a brain tumor, possibly a benign meningioma. OK, that's great. They will remove it and everything will be fine again. We were so happy.
December 7, 2016, the surgery took place. I talked to the surgeon just right after. And it was a shock; That thing for sure was not a meningioma!!! But we were supposed to wait for the histopathological examination to find out what it was.
I started to live in the hospital to look after my wife. I was terrified finding out that she lost most of her memory and hardly remembers anything. I tell her the names of our children. She repeats quietly a dozen times for the next few days.
We return home for Christmas. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. We learn everything from scratch: to write, read, count, names of the days and months… And it worked. It's good. The memory is back! Paralysis mostly subsided and the normal speech returned.
After the holidays we get the results. Glioblastoma multiforme, IV grade. The message knocks me out paralyzing with fear... although back then, I did not know exactly what a duffer it is.
Today I know everything about that bastard. Everyone who had to deal with something like that, maybe amongst family or friends, knows exactly that this is a race against time. A race which is extremely difficult to win.
In January 2017, we started a treatment with chemotherapy and radiotherapy at the oncological hospital in Bydgoszcz, which ends up on the Women's Day, 8th March. Subsequently, for the next half year, we do hemotherapy at home, for five days every month.
We begin to get used to the new situation. We live cautiously, in constant tension and with the new priorities set.
It wasn’t that bad after all. Until now. In December 2017, a magnetic resonance in showed some minor changes. We consult doctors. They say that it is nothing dangerous, some remnants of the surgery and we do not need to care too much.
March 2018, something starts to be wrong again. Minor, sporadic problems with speech. They pass away after a short amount of time. But the fear comes back. It's probably not normal... it should not be like that.
The resonance confirms our assumptions. THIS IS A RECURRENCE !!! That bastard has returned and attacked again.
Those minor changes, that we were not supposed to worry about, turned out to be a tumor. We’ve undertaken expensive, unconventional treatment, but I think it will be necessary to do the surgery again. The surgery, which according to the neurosurgeon may fail. We are facing a hard struggle again, perhaps even more fierce than before. But we do not give up. We fight. I am fighting for my wife... It was not meant to be so, not yet... We were supposed to grow old together!!!
The time is running out. My wife needs specific and immediate help. There is a clinic in Germany that uses NanoTherm therapy. It involves injecting a fluid with magnetic properties into the tumor, which is warmed up by means of a magnetic field afterwards.
As a result of this action, the generated heat destroys cancer cells or at least sensitizes them to further methods of treatment.
This is a minimally invasive method, and thus more secure than the regular surgery. The cost of such treatment is about 52,000 Euros. We have collected some part of this amount but we still need more.
I really want to save Basia. That's my wife's name. But I can not do it myself. The money is too big and my income is not enough to cover. That is why I am asking you for help in saving my beloved one.
I do not know how this action will end. Maybe I will need to find something different. Some other way… I do not know. The only thing I know is that I need a lot of money to even think about saving her at all.
I will be grateful for all the donations, even the smallest ones, and for sharing this appeal.