hi! My name is Bilet. I am a single mother of three wonderful souls. I have been separated since my youngest was still in my belly almost 23 years ago. You know how life treats you in cycles where you thought you've overcome and then you're breezy, pat yourself at the back. Just when you thought everything's ok life says "but wait there's more" curve ball happens.. it sucks three thousand.
It's not fun getting out of a shitty and dark childhood, most of the time you escape that thru early marriage (statistics will back me up on this), and yet seven years, 3 children later you wake up to find the man you married is no longer there. You hurt, you wonder but since he never really gave you notice and you don't know where he is, you suck it up all over again and move on.
You pick yourself up, dust yourself down with a proud head in the air, make a life for you and your kids. You place them at good schools, make damn sure they will never have to go thru the same pain and hardships you've known. You promised yourself your issues will never be theirs. Whatever baggage you carry make sure they stay in your arms alone.
So fast forward to today, the youngest had just recently graduated college and your happy. Your happy for them, you're happy for you. At a ripe age you're still employed albeit contractual on status but hey.. this time your earnings will be for you.. its your time to shine.
Out of the blue the pelvic pains came, within a month you were diagnosed to have a rare form of cancer -Yolk Sac tumor associated with Endometrial Adenocarcinoma. What small savings you've set aside and HMO limit you've been allotted was wiped out on the initial surgery- Total hysterectomy (TAHBSO), it was needed to take the cancer out. The stains showed that the cancer was poorly differentiated meaning it was an aggressive type. Chemotherapy is required as soon as the surgical wounds are healed. There is no worse time to be diagnosed with a critical illness than when there's a pandemic in the air, however critical you are, your condition will always be sidelined, be it in healthcare or in healthcare funding, for now most of the PhilHealth and PCSO sponsorship is focused on COVID related illnesses only.
So this brings me to this campaign, the protocol for 1 cycle chemo therapy would be a five day infusion, inpatient, with meds amounting to 46k per cycle the hosp bills, laboratories and doctors fee are not yet included. There will be 6 cycles required ideally three weeks apart. After the chemo, there would still be post lab procedures to check if the medication is effective. I cannot wrap my head around this crazy amount. I am torn between fighting it out or just letting the cancer take its course, but i'm told it's a pretty painful death, so maybe i'll think about my exit plan on a later date.
I don't want to put this burden on my children's head. I don't want to renege on a promise to not let them carry my baggage. No parent would want to leave a legacy of debt that their children should have to carry long after they've gone. Cancer is such an asshat, it wants you to pay up then decide later if all the effort was still worth it.
Yet, my children have never left my side, they have given much and still give more than they have, which breaks my heart. So I reach out, to knock on your hearts, help me find a glimmer of hope... help me fight an asshat sickness that takes a toll on the best of us, i know i am strong, please help me be stronger.
My heart is filled with gratitude with your generosity, any amount is so much appreciated.
My warmest regards,
Donations are accepted thru the following accounts:
BDO : Isabelita Diones 002782 6022 80;
BPI : Ma Mayo de Leon - 1769 1947 85;
GCASH : Ma Mayo Francesca de leon - 0916 3293747