Frederick Allas’ Fund for Chemo

Update posted by Vincent Aunzo On Dec 12, 2017

[ Constructed by Ms. Sharra Crizel, Fred's girlfriend ]

It was August, his birth month, when it all began. It was just a small lump on his throat back then. We thought it would be gone in no time but he opted to consult a doctor anyway. Three months passed like a blur--with all those laboratory tests and prescriptions and large machines and people in all white talking to him, it was hard to keep track how that small lump grew into something our minds found hard to contain.


My boyfriend is diagnosed with lymphoma (cancer of the lymph nodes) and has been confined in the hospital for more than a month now. White walls, more people in white, more prescriptions, several needles. Too many patients have come and gone in the ward; still he remained there, waiting for his treatment, waiting for his lab results, waiting for the time he'll be one of those patients who will receive the news he hears other patients receive: Sige, pwede ka na umuwi.


It would've been easier, probably, if we were rich. You know, the kind of family who could pay for a good hospital service with good facilities, a well-ventilated room, a private nurse, among the others so that we can expect fast recovery. Unfortunately, we were not that kind of family. My boyfriend and i were fresh grads with minimum wage salary indicated in our payslips. His mother doesn't have a high income as well--only enough for her to provide his son and herself the basic needs. I thought at first that this disease came to the wrong person, but that's a selfish statement because no one could be the right person to have this disease anyway.


Still, like any other family of a cancer patient, i can't dismiss the thought that this is so unfair. He's just starting out his life as an architect and architects love to make plans--in this context, plans were for his mom and for us. He wants to buy his mom a new bed. He wants to build their own house. He wants his mom to live like a queen. He has so many plans for us. He has named our future daughter already. He wants us to get married in a beautiful church. He wants to eat a lot more of pizza and burger with me. He wants to live longer and with me as his wife.


Then this happened. Life has become even more uncertain than ever.


But he still fights. Even if the tumor makes it hard for him to breathe properly, even if other people look at him with pity, even if the hospital services are sometimes a pain in the ass, even if we are not yet sure how to pay for his chemotherapy, he still fights. He gets tired sometimes, but he still fights for his life. He fights with me, his mom, and his friends.


The battle against cancer seems to not end soon. But it will end with him boastfully saying, "i conquered cancer" and i hope more people will be with us. Help us declare this battle a victory.

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