IN April 2019 I found out that I have a malignant tumor brain, specifically Grade III glioma, the tumor was 10×6 cm in size. It was a day that changed everything. The world didn't stop, so I had to keep going.

Since then, I've slept, woken, and lived with feelings of fear, anxiety, uncertainty, and worry about the future. Nothing has been the same. I was 35 thent, a good job, dreams, plans for life and a diagnosis according to which I was left 6 months of life. I couldn't understand it. It didn't sink in, and I guess it still doesn't.

Treatment began immediately. I began researching specialists, various options, and treatment methods. I traveled from doctor to doctor, hearing differing opinions – some recommended surgery, others opposed it. It was difficult to make a decision and find the best course of treatment. Finally, I found a neurosurgeon in Bydgoszcz. When I entered the office, I felt a strange sense of peace. The doctor was honest and said he gave me six months to live, but he would do everything he could to extend that time. And so it happened. 6 months has become 6 years.

A doctor in Bydgoszcz performed a biopsy, determined the tumor's mutations, and planned treatment, which he supervised. I spent six weeks in the oncology department, where I underwent radiotherapy and began chemotherapy. For the next year, I went regularly for checkups and subsequent treatment cycles. It wasn't easy, but eventually, an MRI showed that the tumor had stopped "shining." This was a huge success for me and a source of new hope. During treatment, I was diagnosed with focal epilepsy, which was severely affecting my well-being. Due to the chemotherapy, selecting the right medications was difficult, but over time, it was managed.

Unfortunately, the period of peace did not last long. In April of this year, it turned out that there was something wrong with his mind. new tumor, new glioma. The question immediately arose: but how? I had no symptoms, and an MRI performed three months earlier was clean. 

The new tumor proved inoperable again, so a biopsy was performed. The result was the same as before – a stage III malignant glioma. In July, I underwent stereotactic radiotherapy, and I'm currently on my fourth dose of chemotherapy. In October, I had a follow-up MRI. The treatment effects aren't visible yet, but the oncologist says this is normal. The most important thing is that it's not worse.

This time it's harder. I lost my job during my first treatment, and despite my best efforts, I haven't been able to get it back. Once I'm diagnosed, the conversations usually end. I survive on my disability pension and family support. I commute from Jastrzębie-Zdrój to Bydgoszcz, and the rising costs of treatment, medications, and living are becoming increasingly challenging.

Unfortunately, glioblastoma isn't the only problem. This year, I've been hospitalized three times due to sudden blood loss, receiving a total of 12 units, and doctors are still searching for the cause. I'm currently under the care of a hematologist. My disease also affects my family, who support me every step of the way, for which I am incredibly grateful. Glioblastoma is a rare cancer, but I believe that science will one day find a way to stop or cure it.

Thanks to your support, I can maintain my health and strength every day. Every gesture, every help, motivates me and gives me strength. I believe that step by step I am becoming stronger. Please help me; even a small gesture or sharing my story makes a huge difference.

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