“My son, I’ll save you from death’s clutches” – Saving Oliver!

I am begging you, please help me save my child ... Thanks to you, we were able to send samples of the brain tumor to Germany. Now, we know what kind of monster Oliver has faced. We also know that his only chance awaits overseas. There is no hope in Poland ... The price put on my son's life may reach even a million dollars. With a feeling of helplessness, unable to hold back my tears, I ask you - please help save my little son ...

Oliver is only 3 years old, and he already has to fight for his life. If I could, I would take his sickness and suffering onto myself, but I can't… as his dad, I have to stay strong to free him from the hands of death! A malignant brain tumor, ATRT - this diagnosis leaves no illusions. In Poland, treatment has already ended, only palliative chemotherapy remains. After medical tests in Haidelberg, we want to go to Boston's Children Hospital - a place where children like Oli get the chance to live a long life.

"Dad is crying and Oli is crying ..." - although I try to hide my tears from my son, he knows that I am desperate. I try to be strong, to hold on for him - he knows that daddy will do anything to keep him safe. But it's very difficult… I, an adult man, falling apart after every conversation with the doctor. I keep hearing: there is no hope, the prognosis is unfavourable, a few months of life ... how could I stop my tears?

It all began with an innocent accident… Oli was like living sunshine. Right after waking up, he would immediately shout: "Dad, play with me!”, pulling me to the Lego blocks and toy cars. When I sometimes replied that I did not have time, he got angry and sulked, as any child would. When I think about it today, I regret every moment that I didn't devote to him. I would give everything for that carefree time, and my son, so happy and full of love. A son whom I could make happy with my mere presence.

Today I can't even save him myself. It’s hard for me to accept it... Oli had moments where he seemed not to have mental pauses – I was afraid it was autism, but it quickly passed.

One day, while playing, he fell from his bed. He hit his head, but it didn’t seem serious. But then there were strange symptoms: vomiting, even longer moments of mental pauses, tilting the head left and right. We took him to the hospital.

At the Children's Memorial Health Institute, we were immediately referred to computed tomography. We were afraid of a hematoma, concussion. It never crossed our minds that it could be something much worse ...

Our world ended on May 20th. The examination showed that there was a tangerine-sized tumor in my son's head. And, in addition, metastases had begun ... The doctor said that the tumor is extremely serious and that they must operate as soon as possible to give Oliver a chance to survive. I didn't believe it was really happening ... I was sat in the corridor, while my son fought for his life behind the closed door ...

During the operation, doctors removed most of the tumor, although, unfortunately, not all of it. They also couldn't remove the metastases, since that would be too dangerous. After waking up, Oli was in good condition. He was recovering quickly, but that was only the beginning of the nightmare. After a few days, we found out the result of the histopathology of the excised tumor. It sounded like a death sentence - ATRT - one of the most malignant brain tumors in children.

We were told that Oli has no chance to win. ... But there was no time for despair. Inhale Exhale. I have to act fast!

Doctors set up a vascular port in Oli’s vein to administer chemotherapy. Oli is already so exhausted, and yet this is just the beginning of the fight for his life ... I cannot lose faith that we will win. I found out about a girl who heard the same sentence 5 years ago. She’s still alive! I want the same for my boy. Thus, I started looking for help abroad.

We are in the process of consulting a clinic in Boston after a tumor examination in Heidelberg. We will receive an estimate for the treatment in the next few days. Every day is important to life, because this type of tumor grows back rapidly!

Today I talked to my son on the phone. He is now at the Children's Memorial Health Institute for another chemotherapy. He can play with other children there, he has a common room. He thinks it's a great adventure. He doesn't feel different - every child there sometimes feels worse - they all have bald heads. They all play together. My little Oli shouted into the receiver "Dad! I had fun in the common room today! It was great!". I replied that he should play as much as possible, and I'm at home waiting for him. At the end, he said that he missed me. The conversation was over. For the next hour, I swallowed my tears ...

I am asking for your support ... I will do everything for my son, but I cannot do it alone. The thought that Oliver's life depends on a sum of money terrifies ... Please, help us. Help save my son's life ...