3. “Adaś’s Last Hope: A Critical Surgery to Save His Life”.2326
Adaś’s Fight for Life: A Call for Help
The situation is dire. We are begging for help for our little boy, Adaś. We are raising money for an emergency heart surgery that could save his life.
Our beloved son, Adaś, is suffering from a critical heart defect that is worsening by the day. Every day, we watch as his lips turn blue, he struggles to breathe, and battles through pain. Without immediate surgery, his life will be in grave danger. The time to act is now.
The Heartbreaking Struggle
Adaś was born with a heart condition known as Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD), a hole between the chambers of his heart, measuring 14 mm. To make matters worse, his tricuspid valve is misplaced, making it more difficult to close the defect properly. From the moment he was born, Adaś has been fighting for his life. His first months were spent in the hospital, and now, every single day is a battle against suffocation, fatigue, and pain.
Watching your own child struggle to breathe, seeing him fight for each breath, is a pain no parent should ever experience. It is unbearable. As his parents, we feel helpless and terrified. Every time his condition worsens, we feel like we are losing him. But we cannot give up on him.
The Struggle Continues
The first attempt at surgery didn’t work. Our hope was shattered. But now, Adaś’s life depends on another surgery, an even more complicated and urgent procedure. The doctors say that if we don’t act now, it may be too late. However, the costs of this surgery are astronomical, and we are running out of time.
We cannot, and will not, let our precious boy die because we can’t afford the treatment. Every moment without this surgery could be his last.
A Parent’s Desperate Plea
As his parents, we cannot bear to watch our son suffer like this any longer. We are reaching out to you with the hope that there are kind souls out there who can help us. Every second counts, and we are fighting against time. We need your support to give Adaś the chance at a long, healthy life.
We have been by his side, praying for him, holding him as he fights for breath. The pain we feel as parents is unbearable, but we are determined to give him a fighting chance. We want to see him grow, live, and thrive.
The Urgent Need for Your Support
This surgery is Adaś’s only hope. Without it, his future looks bleak. We cannot let this happen. We are asking for your help, for your kindness, and for your generosity. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a world of difference. Your support could save our son’s life.
We know that many people are struggling in these times, but we are asking you to find it in your heart to help us. We need your help to make this surgery possible. Adaś’s future depends on this, and we cannot do it alone.
The Hope We Hold On To
We are fighting for our son’s life. We are fighting for his future, for his happiness, and for the chance to see him grow up healthy. We are doing everything we can to give him that chance, but we need your help. Your generosity can change the course of Adaś’s life, and give him the future he deserves.
Please share Adaś’s story. Please help us spread the word. Every bit of support we receive will bring us one step closer to giving our son the life he deserves. We will be forever grateful for your kindness, and we will never forget the help you have given us.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your support. Please help us save Adaś.
With all our love and gratitude,
The parents of Adaś
“Carys: A Childhood Interrupted, A Spirit Unbroken”.1570
Carys was once like any other bright, joyful little girl—her laughter echoing in the playground, her hands stained with the colors of crayons, her eyes sparkling when she talked about the things she loved. Her parents often said she carried sunshine wherever she went. There was nothing in her smile or her boundless energy to suggest that anything could ever dim her light.
But life has a way of changing in an instant. For Carys, it began with small, almost invisible signs. A sudden nosebleed that seemed unusual. Bruises that appeared without explanation. Tiredness that didn’t fade even after long nights of sleep. At first, her parents tried to rationalize—children fall, they bruise easily, maybe she was just growing. Yet the signs kept adding up, until the day they sat in a doctor’s office and heard the words no parent ever wants to hear:
The diagnosis shattered their world. In that moment, childhood was interrupted, innocence was stolen, and the family was thrust into a battle none of them had ever imagined. Carys, only a little girl, suddenly had to face a fight for her life.
Chemotherapy began almost immediately. The treatments were harsh, stealing away her hair, sapping her energy, and leaving her fragile body vulnerable to infection. Hospital walls became her second home, nurses her daily companions. There were days when she couldn’t eat, when even lifting her head was too much. But there were also days when her spirit shone brightly—when she played with toys at her bedside, when she insisted on painting pictures for her doctors, when she told her parents, “I’m going to beat this.”
Against all odds, she did. After months of grueling treatment, endless nights of worry, and prayers whispered through tears, Carys reached remission. It was a word that brought relief, gratitude, and a cautious return to hope. Slowly, she returned to school, reunited with friends who had missed her deeply. She walked through the school gates with her head held high, her backpack bouncing, her smile wide. Life, it seemed, was hers again.
But cancer is a cruel enemy.
In late 2023, during what was supposed to be a routine checkup, doctors delivered devastating news: the leukemia had returned. The ground seemed to fall away beneath her family once more. They had seen her fight so hard, they had celebrated her remission, and now they were being asked to face the battle again—this time, with even greater risks.
The second round of treatment was harsher than the first. Chemotherapy alone wasn’t enough. Carys needed radiotherapy, immunotherapy, and eventually a bone marrow transplant. Each step was a mountain to climb, each procedure filled with uncertainty. Her body was already scarred from the first battle, yet it was asked to endure even more.
There were moments when her parents truly feared they might lose her. Long nights in the hospital stretched into weeks. Machines beeped steadily by her bedside. Her small hand, often hooked up to IV lines, still clutched her mother’s fingers. Her father whispered stories to her even when she slept, hoping his voice would anchor her to this world. The fear was constant, but so was the love that surrounded her.
And then, once again, Carys showed the world her strength.
She endured the transplant, pushed through the brutal side effects, and little by little, her body began to recover. Doctors marveled at her resilience. Nurses admired her courage. And her parents held onto every sign of progress—every smile, every step, every laugh—as proof that their little girl was still fighting, still choosing life.
Now, in 2025, Carys has reclaimed pieces of the childhood that cancer tried to steal. She’s back at school, sitting in classrooms, laughing with her friends, joining in the everyday moments that once felt impossibly out of reach. Her hair has grown back, her smile is radiant, and she talks about the future with the kind of hope that only children can truly hold.
Her parents, though, live with a cautious awareness. They know the future always carries uncertainty. Every checkup, every scan still carries a shadow of fear. But they also know something else—every day outside the hospital is a gift. Every morning they see Carys walk out the door for school, every time they hear her laughter filling their home, every moment that feels ordinary is, in truth, extraordinary.
Carys’s story is one of heartbreak and resilience, of battles fought with unimaginable bravery, and of a little girl who refused to let cancer define her. She has scars—visible and invisible—but she wears them as proof of survival. She has endured pain, but she has also shown joy, hope, and a strength that continues to inspire everyone around her.
Her journey is not finished. It may never truly be finished. But today, she lives. Today, she laughs. Today, she is Carys—not just a cancer survivor, but a child full of dreams, light, and endless possibilities.
And for her family, that is everything.
Because in the end, Carys is not defined by the illness she fought, but by the courage she carries, the love she gives, and the hope she continues to inspire.
