I am 37 years old. In September 2020, I found out I had it triple negative breast cancer. It is the most difficult to treat and not reimbursed cancer, the commercial treatment of which generates costs of several hundred thousand zlotys... This is an amount unattainable for an ordinary mortal. Despite the adversities, I fought with a strong determination to defeat the disease. In June 2021, I finished six months of chemotherapy, and in July I underwent a breast mastectomy with expander reconstruction and removal of all lymph nodes. The prognosis made me optimistic about further treatment.

However, the burden of treatment became increasingly difficult to bear. Not only for me... Just before the end of chemotherapy, my beloved dog Móri died. This coincided with the suspicion of sepsis and the need to remove the port through which I received chemotherapy. The pain was unimaginable, I suffered together with my dog, who fainted... as if he felt its scale. The loss of a faithful friend weakens you in a fight that is already mentally exhausting. Still, I completed the chemo, only to hear that the PET scan showed complete metabolic regression. For a moment I really believed that I had won, I hoped that I would return to normality, regain joy, forget about the pain of treatment...

In August, thanks to the kindness and financial support of good people, I underwent LVA lymph node anastomosis surgery. The price of being able to regain physical fitness was very high - PLN 30,000. I went to rehabilitation. I tried to live a more active life... At the end of September, I started radiotherapy for the left breast expander and lymph nodes. It was supposed to be only "preventively" because, after all, "I was clean." Just before I started radiation therapy, I got a puppy. We were supposed to start a new stage of a nice life together and forget about this nightmare...

It turned out that my fight was not over. The head MRI results showed that I had it metastases to the CNS, i.e. deep in the brain. At that moment, I began to question everything, even my belief that I would live to see my next birthday. I looked for support in literature. The answers I found began to confirm my belief that my situation was caused by stress. I didn't have stable conditions to fight the disease in peace. I was devastated by both Móri's death and living with my mentally ill mother. The mother I still felt sorry for, despite them mocking me, questioning my condition, telling me I was faking it to escape work and responsibilities. My family did not help, and what's more, they fueled my fears and sense of absolute loneliness and hopelessness. My brother also turned away from me when he should have supported me. He said that my path leads to one tragic ending, so there is no point in spending money on my treatment. A glimmer of hope for me was the sale of our land in Krakow, I believed that thanks to the money I would obtain, I would be able to financially secure treatment. Life laughed in my face again - my brother appropriated the entire amount from the sale of the land, regretfully giving me PLN 10,000. It wasn't even half of the funds I needed. I was abandoned by my family, kicked out of the house, and said goodbye to words that I don't even have the strength to recall. After years of supporting my mother, I cannot count on any support or even respect.

Currently, I live alone with Luna. I have time and space to breathe - I am no longer doomed to constant screaming, ridicule of my appearance and my illness. Some aspects of my life were finally starting to stabilize. Unfortunately, this does not apply to cancer. Another progression occurred, resulting in new tumors. At this point, my best chance is extremely expensive unconventional treatment. I can no longer pretend that I can cope. I don't advise it. I'm begging for help! I'm too young to end my story this way. I just cut myself off from the environment that wasted my time, energy and peace. I don't want to leave Luna, we have started a new phase and I want to stay in it. Your support is my hope for life.