Kacper had just entered his teenage years — a moment meant to be filled with hope, celebration, and dreams for the future. Only weeks earlier, his family wished him a Happy New Year, believing wholeheartedly that life had beautiful things in store for their well-behaved, hardworking boy. Yet fate shifted suddenly, and all those dreams condensed into a single, urgent prayer:
Son, please live.
It started quietly on January 20, 2023, with a simple headache. Perhaps it was stress. Perhaps an infection. Nothing seemed severe, so his parents monitored him, reassuring themselves that it would pass. But by Saturday, his fever surged, forcing a trip to the emergency room. Doctors diagnosed the flu, prescribed medication, and sent the family home believing the worst had passed. Unfortunately, it hadn’t.
On Sunday, Kacper’s condition changed dramatically. He grew unusually weak and unable to stay alert. When he tried to stand, his parents watched in horror as his left leg dragged helplessly behind him and his left arm remained limp. This was no flu. Something was happening inside their son that defied every explanation. A teleconsultation with his family doctor confirmed their fear — they needed to get him to the hospital immediately.
What happened next unfolded with terrifying speed. At the hospital, doctors ordered an urgent MRI. The results were shocking: a 5-centimeter abscess had formed deep within the right hemisphere of Kacper’s brain. There was no time to think, no time to prepare. That very same day, he was rushed into life-saving surgery, where neurosurgeons drained the abscess that threatened his life. His parents could only wait, pray, and hope that their son would survive.
But the nightmare was only beginning. After surgery, Kacper was transferred to the intensive care unit, where he clung to life hour by hour. Six days later, his condition deteriorated again. Despite everything doctors were doing, pressure within his skull rose dangerously. On January 28, he underwent a second major surgery — a decompressive craniotomy — to save his life once more. The following days were filled with uncertainty, fear, and the unspoken question no parent ever wants to face:
Would he wake up?
Kacper spent two long weeks in intensive care and remained intubated for 12 days. He was placed in a medically induced coma that lasted five agonizing weeks. His parents spent those weeks in a suspended world — unable to touch the future, unable to change the past, living only inside the hope that their son would open his eyes again.
And then, at the end of February, he did. He woke up. It was the moment they had prayed for, yet it came with heartbreaking challenges. Kacper had lost the ability to walk, talk normally, or move freely. His parents had to care for him as gently as they once did when he was just a month-old infant. Slowly, painfully, he began to take steps again, showing the same determination that had defined him long before illness struck.
Today, Kacper remains hospitalized in the neurosurgery ward. He continues to receive strong medications, but doctors still don’t know what caused the abscess. Treatment is trial and error, and the aggressive antibiotics he needs have caused new complications — abdominal stones that bring him additional pain. More surgery may be necessary, depending on how his body responds.
His journey forward is long and uncertain. In about two years, he will need another major operation: a cranioplasty. Because a portion of his skull had to be removed to save his life, his brain is now protected only by skin. This makes daily life dangerous, fragile, and filled with caution. He cannot return to school for now and must receive individual tutoring.
Kacper currently struggles with paralysis on his left side. He can walk, but with stiffness in his leg. His left arm remains the weakest. Each movement requires immense effort. Each small improvement feels like a victory. His parents are fighting desperately to arrange professional rehabilitation to help him regain strength, mobility, and cognitive abilities. He will need physiotherapy, speech therapy, psychological support, and continuous educational guidance to rebuild the abilities he lost.
This is now a race against time — and a battle no family can fight alone. His parents long to bring him home and begin intensive rehabilitation immediately, but the costs are overwhelming. They dream not of holidays, toys, or celebrations. They dream of giving their son the chance to walk without pain, to raise both arms again, to laugh freely, to return to school, to live the life he was meant to live.
All they ask is help — help to restore their boy, help to keep hope alive, help to give Kacper the future he deserves.
From the depths of their hearts, his parents say:
Thank you for caring. Thank you for standing with us. Please help us bring our son back.
