Let's save Diana's life!

I am begging you for help! In a month I will be turning 30 years old, if I actually make it… There’s tumour inside of me. Nasty and deadly thing. Mediastinal lymphoma, which is eating me alive from the inside. Unfortunately nothing is working. Up until now I have taken 11 cycles of very strong chemotherapy and just found out that the next one will no longer be a step closer to being cured but a step forward to only keep me alive long enough for me to reach the last straw which is the CAR-T therapy. One problem - it isn’t funded by public health services. My life is worth 1.5 million polish zloty. Paid by yesterday… I am running out of time - I am dying.

Tumours that appeared on my larynx are growing bigger with each day. I feel as if someone is suffocating me with their hands. I can’t sleep at night, I can’t think about anything else. I am terrified, like a drowning person, desperately fighting for each breath. Greedily trying to hold on to life that is slowly slipping through my fingers and I no longer have the strength to hold it.

My fight has been going on for a year and half, but many people will find out about it only now, through this fundraiser. I thought I could handle it myself, that this hell which I am going through right now will eventually end. That this loneliness, this fear, from a song by Rysiek Riedel from the band called Dzem, will not go to waste. I wanted to believe so much, that all these months when I needed closeness of my loved ones, warm embrace, or to cry on my mother’s shoulder but was stuck with crying into my pillows or a video call will become all but painful memories after all these years.

Today it turns out that because there is no money needed to fund therapy there might not be anymore memories. That story of Diana Krupniak will end in May 2021, because we don’t have 1.5 million polish zloty and she won’t make it until this treatment. Ordinary, next-door girl from the neighbourhood, who for the last few months of her life was hiding her battle under a wig and makeup so that no one would know. So that none of her family or friends would worry. So that she didn’t have to look into the mirror and see the husk of a woman she once was.

We probably don’t know each other, and I am a complete stranger to you, but I have to ask you for help and donations. That red button “DONATE” is my last chance to have a life. I come from Ustrzyki Dolne. If someday you will decide to “throw everything away and come to the Bieszczady mountains”, my house will be wide open for you. And I hope that when you will ask around about Diana Krupniak, they will point you there, and not toward the local cemetery.

Diana