My name is Tiffany Tinsay, 28 years old from Negros Occidental. Nov 27, 2018 when I gave birth to a healthy baby boy (C-section). That was the happiest day of my life. I promised to myself that I would be the best and responsible mom I could ever be to my precious little one. I turned 28 last April 2019 and that would be the perfect age to finally settle down and focus on our own little family.

After giving birth I had lochia discharges and they said it was normal. I also had my visit with my OB gynecologist for 4 months after I gave birth. I had my papsmear and it was okay. But my discharges kept on coming everyday and was changing in color and odor. In my mind 'this is not good'. I went back to my doctor and she gave me antibiotics (vaginal suppositories) for a week. The foul smell disappeared but the discharges was still there and it was getting worse everyday. At first, I was just using panty liners; as weeks passed, it leveled up to sanitary napkins. The next thing I knew, I was already sharing diapers with my kid. And then one day at the office as I was working and making report I felt this very extreme pain on my abdominal area going to my butt as if I am like having contractions. It lasted for hours and I felt ill. It started to terrify me so I went back to my doctor and she told me to have a transvaginal ultrasound.

As the doctor examined me she found a 7cm mass on my cervix and told me to schedule an appointment with an obgyne-oncologist asap to discuss my condition. As the oncologist was reading my results she said " you are too young for this". As I heard those words I became numb and I started crying. What could this be? What is goin on? I don't understand.

I had my biopsy on the following day and waited 10 days for the results to confirm if it was indeed CANCER. I prayed to God to perform a miracle on me and make the result negative. On that 10 days of waiting it was like a roller coaster for me. As I looked at my son's face every morning I always cry my heart out. He is still an infant, my child needs me. I have to live for my little boy.

I was holding the result, I was staring at it.
SMALL CELL NEUROENDOCRINE CARSINOMA.

When the biopsy turned out positive I was transformed into a soldier by spirit. I am not a cry baby anymore. I have to be strong. I need to survive. I need a treatment. Please help me.