A tumor in my sacrum has robbed me of my mobility! I'm fighting to get back on my feet

It all started with a simple pain 

It wasn’t the kind of gift I had hoped for. On June 22, 2024, on my birthday, I began to experience symptoms similar to sciatica. The pain was nagging, but at the time I didn’t yet know that this was the beginning of a fight for my life.

In February 2025 , I was diagnosed with mesenchymal chondrosarcoma of the sacrum. A malignant tumor. It came as a shock to me and my wife, Ania. Fortunately, my three-year-old son didn’t realize what was going on, but it must have affected him nonetheless—children understand more than we think.

We were just starting to settle into married life when suddenly we had to face something we weren't prepared for at all. No one is.

The treatment that was supposed to stop the disease

I underwent radiation therapy, a total of 30 fractions. I received 5 cycles of very intensive chemotherapy. At the end of 2025, I underwent the most difficult surgery: a total en bloc sacrectomy, which involved removing the sacrum along with the tumor. This procedure was performed by Prof. Daniel Kotrych. I am immensely grateful to him because he saved my life at a time when my chances were very slim. It’s a miracle that I’m still here.

My vehicle is now a wheelchair

The illness and surgery have left me with very serious consequences. Every day brings pain, medication, and a struggle with my own body. But I’m not giving up. I’m learning to walk all over again. The doctors give me hope that there’s a chance I’ll be able to walk again, though I know my walking may never be the same as it used to be.

All I have left of those beautiful views are memories

Before I got sick, I worked as a tower crane operator. It was a job high above the ground, with views I’ll never forget. Today , I find it hard to accept the idea that I may never return to the place where I once felt so at home.

I’m not working right now. I’m on disability. My daily life consists of staying at home, going to checkups, doing physical therapy, dealing with pain, and trying to regain at least some of my former independence.

The illness didn't just affect me

The worst part is that the disease didn’t spare my entire family. My wife Ania had to cope not only with my treatment and caring for our little son, but also with her own fears about her health. In December 2025, while I was in the hospital in Szczecin recovering from surgery and fighting for my life, she underwent a procedure in Bydgoszcz to remove a lesion from her bladder that was suspected to be cancerous.

At the same time , our son Marcel was left in the care of his grandparents. Those were days I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The fear for myself, the fear for my wife, being separated from my child, and the feeling that everything we had built had fallen apart in an instant—it was paralyzing.

I want to get my life back

I used to play a lot of volleyball, I trained in track and field, and I have a bachelor’s degree in physical education. Sports were an important part of my life. Today, I’m fighting for things that used to be taken for granted: to get up and take a step without help.

What I’d like most is to get back at least a little bit of normalcy with Ania and Marcel. We used to go on bike rides together. It’s hard to do that now, but I dream of an electric attachment for my wheelchair that would let me go on trips with them again.

Please support me

I still have more rehabilitation, treatment, follow-up exams, and a daily struggle to get back into shape ahead of me.

All I ask for is a chance to regain my mobility, greater independence, and a daily life where I can once again be an active husband and dad. My family is the most important thing to me.