Life can change in an instant. One moment, Rozalka was playing like any other lively child, full of curiosity and energy. The next, a simple fall revealed a tragedy no parent should ever face—a malignant tumor had already engulfed a third of her young brain.

We were taken to the hospital with the hope that it was just a hematoma. I left in tears, clutching the verdict: Rozalka had a malignant brain tumor. In a matter of minutes, our lives transformed into an ordeal, a nightmare we could never navigate alone. The doctors gave her a 20% chance of survival. For me, that number still felt like hope, because I love my daughter more than life itself. A mother’s heart knows no doubt; where there is life, there is hope.

Big dramas often begin inconspicuously. That day, Rozalka simply fell and hit her head. After the fall, she slept for a long time, prompting her admission to the hospital. Doctors suspected a simple hematoma, but scans revealed something unimaginable: a tumor growing rapidly, a malignant force threatening a life so small and fragile.

I couldn’t understand it. I am a mother of six children, each one unique, each one loved with my entire heart. I had believed I could handle anything, but this—this was beyond belief. As a single mother, I had faced challenges before, yet nothing could prepare me for seeing my youngest fighting for her life.

Rozalka underwent two complex surgeries within two days to remove as much of the tumor as possible. Doctors worked tirelessly, but only 70% of the tumor could be removed safely. The removed tissue was sent for histopathology, and I prayed for a miracle—but the news was devastating. Molecular testing confirmed the worst: diffuse pediatric high-grade glioma, WHO grade 4. This is one of the most aggressive malignant tumors in children.

Shocking as it was, the surgeries left Rozalka with hydrocephalus. She returned to the operating room for a special catheter to drain fluid from her brain, a procedure that terrified me even from outside the operating theater. Each medical intervention brought hope and terror simultaneously. I understood that, even if she survived the surgeries, the real battle had only just begun.

I stayed by Rozalka’s side in the oncology ward. There, the harsh reality of pediatric cancer became impossible to ignore. Children, so small and fragile, fought desperately for their lives. Parents, mostly mothers, hid their suffering behind forced smiles. Pain, fear, and hope mingled in the sterile air, while the children’s voices—sometimes joyful, sometimes frightened—reminded me of what was at stake.

A child believes her mother can protect her from anything. That belief is pure and unwavering. Watching Rozalka, I felt both the weight of my inability to shield her completely and the drive to fight harder than ever. I knew I could not win this alone. Every chemotherapy infusion, every test, every hospital stay became a measure of time and hope. Rozalka endured eight-hour chemotherapy sessions, unable to leave her bed, with the medicine healing and harming her in equal measure.

Despite all the efforts in Poland, I know now that we are only holding back this monstrous disease temporarily. This tumor requires more than local treatment. We need access to clinics abroad, where specialized care offers Rozalka a real chance at survival. The costs are overwhelming, but time is precious. Every day counts, and the window for effective intervention is narrow.

As a mother, I cannot stand by. I will fight with everything I have to keep my daughter alive. I have five other children waiting for me at home, and I haven’t been able to see them as I stay close to Rozalka in the hospital. The thought of leaving my daughter behind is unbearable. Every donation, every prayer, every act of kindness is a lifeline that could mean the difference between life and death.

Rozalka’s story is one of resilience, of courage, and of hope in the face of unimaginable adversity. She is more than a patient; she is a warrior, fighting with the innocence and determination only a child can possess. Her family stands behind her, committed to navigating every hospital corridor, every infusion, and every test with relentless love and unwavering resolve.

We ask for help not out of pride, but out of desperation. We need your support to bring Rozalka the specialized treatment that can save her life. Your generosity will allow a mother to keep her promise to her child: that she will fight for her every heartbeat, every breath, every moment of life.

Rozalka deserves the chance to laugh, to play, and to grow. She deserves a childhood free from fear. And with your help, she can have that chance. Please join us in this fight. Help save Rozalka. Give her hope, give her life, and give her the future she deserves.