Queen Lukagirl

Hairfall is starting… and yes, napansin ko na.

Hindi ko alam kung magiging ready ka ba talaga sa ganitong moment…
pero nandito na.

Unti-unti man mawala ang buhok ko,
hindi mawawala yung laban ko.

This is part of my healing.
This is part of my story.

And I’m choosing to show up… kahit mahirap. 🤍

“Can this really save my hair?” ❄️💗

Pinadala ng asawa ko ‘to…
para itry ko habang nasa chemo journey ako.

Suzzipad.

Hindi ko alam kung gagana.
Hindi ko alam kung mapipigilan ang hair loss.

Pero alam ko
may asawa akong lumalaban kasama ko.

Sa bawat takot ko, nandyan siya.
Sa bawat pagod ko, pinapalakas niya ako.

Kaya susubukan ko.
Lahat ng pwedeng makatulong gagawin ko.

Hair or no hair
lalaban pa rin ako. 🤍

1 week after chemotherapy…

I didn’t know it would feel like this.

The sleepless nights.
The heaviness.
The exhaustion I couldn’t explain.

Some days, I didn’t feel like myself at all.

I missed my old life…
my energy… my normal days.

But I showed up anyway.

Even when it was hard…
even when I felt weak…

I kept going.

Because healing is not always loud.

Sometimes, it’s just surviving the day.

And today… I’m still here.

Still fighting and praying 🙏.

💛 One day at a time.

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Today is one of those bad days.

Some days, I feel the cost of surviving cancer more than others.

I said yes to surgery last February and now to chemotherapy, to everything not because I was brave, but because I wanted to live.

But living comes with a cost.

The physical changes.The mental weight.The fear, the waiting, the “what ifs.”

And the life I had to pause my career, my plans, the version of me I used to be.

Some days, like today, it just feels heavy.

But I hold on to what keeps me going my faith,my husband,my son,my parents and family and friends.

I am grateful to be alive.And I still grieve what this journey has taken from me.

Both are true.

Surviving isn’t always strong or beautiful.Sometimes it’s just getting through the day.

And today, that’s enough.

— Angela 🤍


-fighter