He begins his message with trembling honesty:
“Hi, it’s Dorian. Recently, all of Poland was fighting for my life. I wish I could tell you this story had a happy ending. But it doesn’t. I’m far from home, fighting for my life once again… and I really, really need your help.”

Those words pierce through the heart — the voice of a 15-year-old boy from Wrocław who has already endured more pain than most could imagine. Once, his story was one of victory and hope. The world came together to save him, and for a brief, shining moment, it seemed like he had won. But fate had other plans.

Dorian Dzieża was born with one of the most severe spinal curvatures doctors had ever seen — an S-shaped spine bent at an impossible 150 degrees. It wasn’t just his posture that was at risk. His deformed spine pressed mercilessly against his heart and lungs, threatening to stop his breathing altogether. By the time his family launched their first fundraiser, Dorian could barely inhale without pain.

In Poland, no hospital could help him. His case was too complex, too risky. Only specialists in the United States could perform the surgery that might save his life. Against all odds — and with the compassion of thousands of donors — his family raised the funds. They flew to the U.S. filled with cautious hope, believing the hardest days were finally behind them.

And for a short while, things looked promising.

In his first operation, surgeons placed a special halo-gravity system on Dorian’s head — a device designed to slowly stretch and realign his spine. The results were nothing short of miraculous. His spine’s curvature improved from 150% to 90%. For the first time in years, Dorian could breathe a little easier. His mother dared to dream again. The second surgery — the one that would stabilize and permanently correct his spine — was set for December.

But before that day arrived, everything fell apart.

“Unknown fluid began to accumulate in the wounds after the surgery,” his mother recalls. “Dorian was in terrible pain. Doctors didn’t know what was happening.”

Two emergency surgeries followed — procedures never planned, never budgeted for. Still, the pain persisted. Then came the diagnosis that shattered them all: a dangerous, aggressive bacterial infection had invaded Dorian’s body, attacking the surgical site and destroying months of progress.

The halo-gravity device had to be removed. The delicate work done to straighten his spine was undone in days. Everything — all the pain, the courage, the months of recovery — had been lost.

Now, Dorian is facing an even more desperate battle. The infection is severe and requires at least six months of intensive antibiotic therapy under the direct supervision of U.S. specialists in infectious diseases and neurology. He cannot return home. He must stay in America to survive.

And this time, his family is out of options.

“I’m not asking,” his mother writes through tears. “I’m begging for help.”

The words carry the exhaustion of a parent watching her child suffer — the helplessness of being thousands of miles from home, trapped between hope and despair. “We tried to get help from the National Health Fund,” she says, “but we were refused. Our funds are gone. We’ve used everything we had to save him once. Now, we have to start over.”

The medical bills already exceed what any family could bear. They must pay for the ongoing hospital stay, the unplanned surgeries, the costly antibiotic treatments, and soon, another major spinal operation to repair what was lost. On top of that, there are daily living costs — rent, food, transportation — in a foreign country they never expected to remain in this long.

Every night, she sits by Dorian’s hospital bed and watches him struggle to sleep through the pain. Some days, he tries to smile. Other days, he can barely speak. “He’s losing hope,” she admits. “He doesn’t understand why this is happening again. He’s already suffered so much.”

And yet, even in his weakness, Dorian still believes in something stronger than despair — the kindness of people who once saved his life.

“Please, help me once again,” he whispers. “I’ve come so far, but I’m not finished. I know you’ve already done so much for me, and I’m ashamed to ask again. But without you, I have no chance.”

He is just a boy — a 15-year-old who should be home, laughing with friends, not fighting for breath in a hospital thousands of miles away. A boy whose courage once inspired a nation, now waiting once more for a miracle.

There’s a kind of courage that grows only in pain — the kind that refuses to give up even when everything falls apart. Dorian has that courage. But courage alone can’t pay hospital bills or fund another lifesaving surgery.

This time, his family isn’t just asking for hope. They’re asking for time — time for medicine to work, for doctors to rebuild what disease destroyed, for a mother to see her son stand again.

Because behind every number on a medical bill, there’s a child who still believes in tomorrow.

And Dorian is still fighting to reach his. 💔