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

Hair done. Heart ready.

Today, I begin my chemo journey.
Scared? Yes. But stronger than my fear.

This is me showing up with courage, faith, and hope.
One step at a time… I will fight, I will heal 💛

Psalm 6:7 (NIV)

“My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.”

This verse comes from a moment of deep pain and exhaustion—yet the psalm doesn’t end there. David pours out his sorrow honestly before God, trusting that even in weakness, God hears.

It’s okay to be tired.
It’s okay to cry.
Faith doesn’t mean we don’t feel pain—it means we bring it to God.

And He does not turn away. 🙏✨

For your own sanity, let things be.

You will feel easier when you don't always think about it, for your sanity let things be. don't control it, roll with it.

what flows, flows. what crashes, crashes. it is what it is.