27/10/2025
Cancer.
A six -letter word — short, but it carries a weight so heavy it crushes not just the body, but every heart connected to it. It inflicts pain not only on the one diagnosed, but on the families who must watch, helpless, as someone they love fights for another tomorrow.
Growing up, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. I wanted to cure the sick and bring hope where it’s fading, The trajectory in my life changed, but I’ve realized that we don’t need a white coat to make a difference. Sometimes, compassion itself is already a form of healing.
This is my aunt, Tita Mary Ann — the wife of my late uncle. She has always been that strong and fierce woman, the kind who stands tall even when life tries to break her. I remember when she was still working abroad — she would complain that her skin was always dry and itchy, no cream could soothe it. Looking back now, perhaps that was her immune system’s early cry for help.
Last Christmas, we invited them home to celebrate with us. That’s when I noticed something wasn’t right — a paleness in her face, a dullness in her eyes. I urged her to see a doctor, thinking maybe she was just anemic. But behind that simple suspicion was a truth far heavier: she had been menstruating non-stop for a year.
When they returned to Cagayan, they finally sought medical help. The diagnosis hit like a storm: Stage 3C cervical cancer.
Not early. Not something easily treatable. Almost at the final line.
So why am I posting this? Why does this matter so much to me?
Because if I had the means — if I had millions — I would give her every chance to fight this disease. My only wish now is that maybe we can help her continue her battle, in whatever way we can — through donations, through prayers, through love. Even the smallest act can lengthen someone’s life. Even a little help can give her more days to witness her children grow and to feel the warmth of life she still deserves.
She undergoes Lab tests, blood transfusions, Chemotherapy every week and after finishing the cyle of her chemo she is urged to take Brackytherapy that costs 120k here in manila, It’s a battle — but battles are not fought alone.
To those who wanna help monetarily, Thankyou so much and to those who can’t, thankyou still for your prayers. God bless us all!
