“Arianka’s Battle Against Leukemia – A Mother’s Cry for Life”.2203 (pin)
💖 Arianka’s Battle Against Leukemia – A Mother’s Cry for Life
“Your daughter has cancer.”
With those few words, our world shattered into a million pieces. In one brief moment, my little girl’s happy childhood ended, replaced by a desperate fight for her life. Her bright, cozy bedroom was swapped for a cold hospital room, and through her tiny veins began to flow the burning poison of chemotherapy.
I still remember the first time I saw her lying there—pale, trembling, her small body wracked with nausea, her once golden hair falling strand by strand onto the pillow. No child should ever have to suffer like that. All I could do was wipe away her tears and whisper promises I wasn’t sure I could keep—that this nightmare would soon be over, that everything would be okay. Inside, I was breaking apart.
Our nightmare began in 2019. Arianka suddenly began to feel unwell—her legs hurt constantly, she lost her appetite, and the weight began to fall off her tiny frame. Worried, I took her to the doctor right away. The test results came back quickly, and they were terrifying. We were sent to the pediatric oncology ward with a suspected cancer diagnosis.
I wanted to believe it was all a horrible mistake. Things like this happen to other people, far away, not to us. My daughter couldn’t have cancer. She was only a little girl with a big smile and dreams of starting school. I remember holding her in my arms, feeling the world crumble beneath me.
When we arrived at the oncology unit, the reality hit me. The hallways were lined with children—frail, bald, and so weak they could barely walk. Beside each bed sat a parent, their eyes full of exhaustion and tears. I wanted to turn around and run away with my daughter, but I knew we couldn’t. I had to be strong—for her.
The doctors decided to take a bone marrow sample. The results were like a death sentence: acute lymphoblastic leukemia. My heart stopped. There was no time to lose—Arianka had to begin chemotherapy immediately, combined with hormonal treatment. Our days turned into weeks, our weeks into months, and every single moment felt like a lifetime. We lived inside the hospital, surrounded by the constant smell of antiseptic and the sound of machines beeping.
But then… after more than a year of relentless treatment, something miraculous happened.
We heard the words we had prayed for—remission.
I cried tears of relief. My little girl had beaten cancer. We could finally go home, hug her brothers, and dream about a normal future.
For two years, we lived in that fragile happiness. We dared to believe that the nightmare was over. But on January 11, 2024, our world collapsed again. The disease was back—
Arianka was immediately admitted back to the oncology ward. This time, the treatment was even harsher—stronger chemotherapy, new medications, and finally, a
After weeks of isolation, the transplant was successful, and she was allowed to return home. But the battle was far from over. Her immune system was so weak that she couldn’t share a room with her brothers. We had to move to a new apartment where she could stay isolated and safe. Every week, we travel back to the hospital for check-ups, blood tests, and treatments.
Arianka is still so fragile. She can’t go to school, can’t play outside, can’t live like other children her age. Every infection, every fever, could be life-threatening. Yet, she still smiles. She still talks about the day she’ll run again with her friends. Her spirit is stronger than her illness.
But our fight isn’t only against leukemia—it’s also against time, fear, and the crushing financial burden of her care. The costs of ongoing treatments, medications, physiotherapy, and the special conditions she needs to stay safe are overwhelming. We’ve spent everything we had, but it’s not enough.
That’s why I’m asking, from the depths of my heart—please, help my little girl live.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. Arianka has beaten cancer once. She can do it again. But we can’t do it alone.
Every day with her is a gift, but also a battle.
Please, help us win it. For Arianka. For her tomorrow.
For her life. 💔
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💙 Antoś’s Battle for Life — The Boy Who Refused to Give Up 💙
Sometimes, the smallest hearts carry the greatest courage.
Sometimes, miracles don’t happen by chance — they happen because people choose to make them real.
This is the story of Antoś Trębiński, a little boy who was born with a heart so fragile it could stop at any moment — and yet, it keeps beating because thousands of people refused to let it stop.
💔 The Fight Begins
In April, Antoś’s parents watched their baby fade before their eyes.
He was lying in the Intensive Care Unit, surrounded by wires, tubes, and the unrelenting rhythm of machines trying to keep him alive.
His tiny chest rose and fell unevenly. His lips were pale. His oxygen levels dropped dangerously low.
Every day, his parents asked the same desperate question: “Will he make it through the night?”
Doctors in Poland did everything they could — but eventually, they had to say the words no parent can bear to hear:
“There’s nothing more we can do here.”
There was only one name left — Professor Frank Hanley at Stanford University in the United States.
A world-renowned cardiac surgeon known for taking on the “impossible” cases.
And Antoś’s case was as impossible as they come.
“We knew we were asking for a miracle,” his mother says. “But when it’s your child’s life, you ask anyway.”
So they turned to the world for help — and the world answered.
Thousands of people, from strangers to friends, opened their hearts. Donations poured in, messages flooded their inbox, and prayers filled every corner of the internet.
Together, they raised the enormous amount needed for the operation — and Antoś got his chance at life.
✈️ The Flight to Hope
Because of his critical condition, Antoś couldn’t travel like other children.
He had to be flown across the ocean in a medical airplane — a flying intensive care unit, with doctors and machines keeping him alive every second of the journey.
It was a race against time.
Every minute mattered.
On August 28th, they landed in the U.S., exhausted but hopeful.
They carried one thing with them — faith.
🩺 The First Battle
On August 29th, doctors began with a cardiac catheterization, mapping out the tiny pathways of Antoś’s heart.
The results were devastating.
His pulmonary vessels — the ones carrying blood to his lungs — were severely underdeveloped.
In some areas, the blood couldn’t reach the lungs at all.
It seemed hopeless.
A full heart correction might not even be possible.
But Professor Hanley looked at the scans, studied every detail, and finally said the words they needed to hear:
“It’s difficult… but not impossible. Let’s do it.”
For the first time in months, they allowed themselves to breathe.
❤️ The Day the Miracle Happened
On October 19th, the surgery began.
Hours passed like lifetimes.
His parents sat in the waiting room, clutching each other’s hands, praying silently.
When the doors finally opened, Professor Hanley stepped out, still wearing his surgical mask — and smiled.
“It went well. We managed to connect the left lung to the main artery and found a vessel that can supply oxygen to the whole body.”
They burst into tears.
After months of fear, sleepless nights, and impossible odds — their son had made it.
Ten days later, they walked out of the hospital — not into an ending, but a new beginning.
🌈 A Heart That Still Has More to Fight
After several more check-ups, the family returned to Poland.
For the first time in a long time, they were home.
Antoś’s cheeks were pink. His lips no longer carried the bluish tint of oxygen deprivation.
He could laugh, play, and breathe without gasping for air.
But this was only the first half of his journey.
“We won a battle,” his father says. “But not the war.”
The next stage — the full heart correction — still awaits.
Without it, the repairs won’t hold forever.
Without it, Antoś’s heart could fail again.
And so, once more, the family must prepare for another round — another flight, another surgery, another mountain to climb.
🕊️ The Boy Who Defied the Odds
In the world of pediatric cardiology, Antoś’s condition ranks a 10 out of 10 in difficulty.
Many children never make it this far.
But somehow, against all odds, he did.
Because somewhere in the world, thousands of strangers decided that his life was worth fighting for.
They became his army — sharing, donating, praying.
And together, they made the impossible happen.
“You gave us something priceless,” his mother writes. “You gave us time — time to see his smile, to hear him laugh, to watch him grow.”
Every beat of his little heart is a thank-you.
Every breath he takes is proof that miracles still happen.
💫 Hope Has a Name
Today, Antoś’s parents are once again gathering strength, preparing for the next surgery.
They know the risks. They know the fear.
But they also know something stronger — the power of faith, and the kindness of people who care.
“Please, stay with us,” they write.
“You saved his life once. Help us do it again. We will never stop fighting — because our son’s heart is worth every battle.”
And somewhere, a little boy with scars on his chest and light in his eyes continues to smile — because hope still beats inside him.
