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Now I have no choice - I must live!
Fundraiser goal: pokrycie kosztów leczenia na 24 miesiące życia
Fundraiser started by:
Marcin Bród, 47 years old
Dąbrowa Górnicza, śląskie
Mukowiscydoza, najcięższa postać
Starts on: 26 May 2017
Ends on: 29 November 2017
PLN 33,010(100.03%)
Donated by 1258 people
Fundraiser goal: pokrycie kosztów leczenia na 24 miesiące życia
Fundraiser started by:
Marcin Bród, 47 years old
Dąbrowa Górnicza, śląskie
Mukowiscydoza, najcięższa postać
Starts on: 26 May 2017
Ends on: 29 November 2017
Fundraiser description
I am the father of two wonderful daughters and I die in front of their eyes. Every day I am weak and I am afraid that I will soon lose strength to fight. A few years ago I buried my beloved wife. Only she could replace me in caring for girls. Now I have no choice - I must live!
My name is Marcin, I am 39 years old and since I remember, I have always had health problems. Between me and my peers at school , I was always weaker, slower, smallest. For a grown-up boy, when everyone around them is sprouting up in physical fitness, physical education classes are one of the hardest. But at the time I had a lot of determination, never gave up, trying to match classmates or the backyard in any field of sports. I gave myself 200 percent. It was a sport that was such a battlefield for me with weaknesses, an attempt to prove that I could do it, and I could do the same.
When twelve years old my lung (myocardial) rupture broke out, the doctors categorically forbade any physical effort. In the field of my fight I had to hang a white flag. It was a terrible time in my life. But I grew up in a sense of pride in what I was able to achieve and probably did not reach me, how hard I am sick ...
At the age of only twenty years, the doctors at the Zabrze Clinic have found bronchial dysfunction in me and got a third disablement - a ZUS pension. Twenty-year-old retired ... Shock! Due to the fact that I had documented and worked only a few years, I received a small benefit. I tried to retrain professionally, to study at another school, but increasingly frequent hospital stays made me unable to finish my education as I had planned. I worked as a driver and my condition deteriorated steadily.
I had no idea what I was really going to measure, how insecure my illness was. Hidden in my body devastated, devastated, robbed of life, and I did not know anything about it ...
I founded a family. I became a happy and proud father. And when my life was picking up when my daughters, Nikola and Nadia, appeared in my world, when it seemed that life was finally settling, in 2008 my family had a car accident. My beloved wife died, my daughter's mother, a person I will never replace.
The condition of my health has deteriorated dramatically since then, the hospital has become my second home, hemoptysis, bronchiectasis, pancreatitis, COPD, and finally at 34 years after confirmed DNA tests, cystic fibrosis was diagnosed.
In the ward, I lay as the oldest patient with the heaviest cystic fibrosis. I just lived because I did not know I was dying. For years, accustomed to fatigue, it seemed to me that this must already be. In 2012 I was on a lung transplant list with a breath capacity of 10%.
I managed to stop for a while, for a moment to overcome the disease enough to decide to transplant to the side track. The forces that I drew from my daughters were the best medicine. The meaning of my life was more important than illness. Nikola and Nadia only had me, so I decided to fight. My medical records look like a big book. Sometimes in the year 25 times I landed in the hospital.
I do not know how I would deal with all this without the help of the closest and loving daughters. But everything gets harder and harder, transplant seems to be the only solution, but the research that I have before me will decide.
Help me to believe that life in cystic fibrosis does not end ... I do not expect my dreams to be fulfilled except one. I would like to see how my daughters grow up, how they become strong women, so that I can be calm when the day I die...
My name is Marcin, I am 39 years old and since I remember, I have always had health problems. Between me and my peers at school , I was always weaker, slower, smallest. For a grown-up boy, when everyone around them is sprouting up in physical fitness, physical education classes are one of the hardest. But at the time I had a lot of determination, never gave up, trying to match classmates or the backyard in any field of sports. I gave myself 200 percent. It was a sport that was such a battlefield for me with weaknesses, an attempt to prove that I could do it, and I could do the same.
When twelve years old my lung (myocardial) rupture broke out, the doctors categorically forbade any physical effort. In the field of my fight I had to hang a white flag. It was a terrible time in my life. But I grew up in a sense of pride in what I was able to achieve and probably did not reach me, how hard I am sick ...At the age of only twenty years, the doctors at the Zabrze Clinic have found bronchial dysfunction in me and got a third disablement - a ZUS pension. Twenty-year-old retired ... Shock! Due to the fact that I had documented and worked only a few years, I received a small benefit. I tried to retrain professionally, to study at another school, but increasingly frequent hospital stays made me unable to finish my education as I had planned. I worked as a driver and my condition deteriorated steadily.
I had no idea what I was really going to measure, how insecure my illness was. Hidden in my body devastated, devastated, robbed of life, and I did not know anything about it ...
I founded a family. I became a happy and proud father. And when my life was picking up when my daughters, Nikola and Nadia, appeared in my world, when it seemed that life was finally settling, in 2008 my family had a car accident. My beloved wife died, my daughter's mother, a person I will never replace.
The condition of my health has deteriorated dramatically since then, the hospital has become my second home, hemoptysis, bronchiectasis, pancreatitis, COPD, and finally at 34 years after confirmed DNA tests, cystic fibrosis was diagnosed.
In the ward, I lay as the oldest patient with the heaviest cystic fibrosis. I just lived because I did not know I was dying. For years, accustomed to fatigue, it seemed to me that this must already be. In 2012 I was on a lung transplant list with a breath capacity of 10%.
I managed to stop for a while, for a moment to overcome the disease enough to decide to transplant to the side track. The forces that I drew from my daughters were the best medicine. The meaning of my life was more important than illness. Nikola and Nadia only had me, so I decided to fight. My medical records look like a big book. Sometimes in the year 25 times I landed in the hospital.
I do not know how I would deal with all this without the help of the closest and loving daughters. But everything gets harder and harder, transplant seems to be the only solution, but the research that I have before me will decide.
Help me to believe that life in cystic fibrosis does not end ... I do not expect my dreams to be fulfilled except one. I would like to see how my daughters grow up, how they become strong women, so that I can be calm when the day I die...
