tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115973852024-03-14T12:12:01.033+08:00tacK iN & OuTAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.comBlogger598125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-81418711703269070822019-03-09T22:48:00.001+08:002019-03-10T11:18:45.152+08:00i need youWeeks ago we went to my neurosurgeon and had CT Scan of the brain to check if something’s wrong with my “tambay” brain tumors because I’ve been having headaches and my weak left leg became even weaker. So instead of my yearly CT Scan & check-up in May, it was done 3 months earlier.<br />
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Tadaaa! Three brain tumors increased in size and the tumor somewhere on the cerebrum tentorium that’s located somewhere in the middle of the brain that’s about 3-4 cm is symptomatic and needs immediate treatment via Fractionated Stereotactic Radiation Therapy (FSRT).<br />
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Headache while sleeping & upon waking up.Headache whenever & wherever. The inside of my head feels so hot. There are times when somewhere inside of my head would suddenly shake with pain and then I would cringe. I would feel like falling and my left leg would jerk & kick. That happens when my eyes are closed, while I am sleeping or while I’m seated and resting.<br />
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My weak left leg got even weaker. It’s really hard to take a step. I can’t do my walking exercises anymore. It’s so hard to control my left leg & foot. Sometimes, it suddenly stiffens and I suddenly can’t control it.<br />
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When I’m looking straight ahead, I can’t really see what’s on my right-side. It’s like it turns into gradient-black effect.<br />
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I keep on drooling. My saliva-production is unlimited. Haha. It’s hard to chew my food. My dentist already fixed my teeth but what really worsens it is my swallowing. It’s hard. Food won’t enter my throat at once. Most of the foo<br />
ds that I eat just gets stuck around my mouth. Most of the foods that came in my mouth would come out from my mouth too – pieces by pieces.<br />
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All of these were not caused by only one tumor, nut one tumor really needs to be treated. The most symptomatic one and of course it’ll costs A LOT.<br />
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That’s a lot of “problems”, right? But instead of focusing on our problems, let’s focus on the solution in its place.<br />
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Though the solution for it costs almost half a million pesos for just one tumor.<br />
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Why radiation? Because it’s hard to be removed. And I’ve gone through a lot of ope- head brain surgeries too.<br />
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The FSRT needs to be started soon.<br />
How soon is soon? In a week or two.<br />
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I don’t really want to ask for people’s hard-earned money that is why I would sell something that I created (with my heart & brain) to raise funds for my medical needs but this time I can’t really do that because of some things, hurdles and limitations. This is why I am knocking at the doors of your heart. Every cent counts, right? I’m not sure if you need me but I NEED YOU.<br />
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You can donate any amount on my bank account. Remember, there’s no big or small in helping. Help is help and helping doesn’t only come in the form of money. You can also help me and be with me by spreading this posts and sharing this with everyone. You can pray with me. And you can just be there, cheering for me. Put in mind that I am someone who really appreciates even the smallest act of kindness & sincerity given by others and I am very grateful io God for making me this way.<br />
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BDO (Banco De Oro)<br />
SM Megamall Branch<br />
Account name: Maria Kathrina Lopez Yarza<br />
Savings Acct Number: 00 02 809 824 88<br />
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BPI Express<br />
Savings Account # 1899 394 7 51<br />
Name: Maria Kathrina L. Yarza<br />
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After the treatment, I also want to start with rehabilitation therapy again so that I can exercise, practice walking and regain my strength back and then I will be able to say “I’m feeling & doing goof despite all the odds” again, And then I’ll be back to being OK na OK na OK na OK na OK and continue with fighting and winning this battle because Neurofibromatosis (NF) is a continuous & very unpredictable battle.<br />
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In the end, I still believe that GOD is in control and I thank Him for using me.<br />
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This is Trisha. Trisha is one of my NF Friends who lives in Bicol. Trisha is a fighter and what I love most about Trisha is her very positive and cheerful personality is still intact despite all of the odds in her life.<br />
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Trisha has Neurofibromatosis type 1 (NF1) and was diagnosed with sarcoma (malignant tumor) on her right forearm and her right arm, including her hand, got amputated recently. But the cancer cells already spread and reached her lungs. She was already done with 6 cycles of chemotherapy but the cancer keeps spreading and the tumor on her chest got even bigger and she needs to undergo another series of chemotherapy.<br />
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We all know that the cost of any kind of medical treatment is so expensive and it’s not a light matter. Cancer treatment at that. It’s very costly and she and her family are already running out of funds. It’s continuously depleting, and then the money’s gone. It went to chemotherapy sessions, hospitalizations, lots of medicines, oxygen tank and other medical needs.<br />
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Trisha was a bit hesitant and shy to ask for help at first, but because she really don’t know anymore where to get money for her much need treatments, she bravely asked one of our NF Friends for help. “Hmmm… Can I ask for your help?” she continues “Borrow sana ako ng any amount pandagdag sa pambili ng meds.” And then these words pinched our hearts: “Nahihiya ako gurl, but wala na kong matakbuhan.”<br />
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People need each other, right? I need you and your kind hearts to help my friend with this battle because she really needs us.<br />
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You may send your donations via bank deposit to her BPI account or send it through Cebuana-Lhuillier Pera Padala with her mom as the receiver or you can also deposit it to her mom's BDO account.<br />
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Here are the details:<br />
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<u>BPI Express</u><br />
Account name: Trisha Christine Amoroso<br />
Savings Account number: 3929228323<br />
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<u>Money transfer (Cebuana-Lhuillier)</u><br />
Name: Hermosa Esta<br />
Mobile number: (0908) 126 4783<br />
Address: Block 18 Lot 30 Camella Heights Cararayan Naga City<br />
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<u>BDO</u><br />
Savings Account Number:003500030917<br />
Account Name: Hermosa Esta<br />
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Savings Account Number:003500030917<br />
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I decided not to make my un-love letter to Fisher Mall anymore because I DON'T LIKE HATE and I choose ACTION instead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;"><i>I was supposed to write ab open-letter to Fisher Mall but decided not to that coz I feel like they will just ignore it just like how they brush off and didn't accept it when my mom tried filing a complaint to the mall's management the nexy day. National Council on Disability Affairs (NCDA) it is!</i><br />
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My mom tried filing a complaint to Fisher Mall management the next day. To no avail...WALA!<br />
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"Sunday we went back to Fisher Mall for the second day event. My mom went to the ladies’ CR to look for the janitress who helped us and sign as witness to the photos we took inside the cubicle. But she referred my mom to a person from an admin office representative.<br />
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According to Ms. Jendrean Lo, a Tenant Relations Officer, that wide door cubicle is intended for PWD, but my mom reitererated, how can you say it's for PWD? Not a single railing inside? Then Ms. Lo said "Mam sa ibang floors po may PWD CR."<br />
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All floors must have PWD CR, and to think that 4th floor is where their events halls are.<br />
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So we filed a complaint directly to National Council on Disability Affairs (NCDA) and here's the draft of my letter:<br />
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Dear National Council on Disability Affairs (NCDA),<br />
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Greetings!<br />
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Last April 21, 2018, I have learned that Fisher Mall in Quezon City is PWD unfriendly because it hurt my feelings and hurt my mom’s lower back / spine. I am a PWD, my mom is a PWD – both of us have orthopedic disability.<br />
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We went to Fisher Mall to watch the National Open & Age Group Raw Powerlifting completion that was held on the event hall on the mall’s 4th floor. While watching the event, I told my mom that I need to pee and asked her to bring me to the toilet. Luckily, my dad was there to push my wheelchair because the toilet is a bit far from the event hall and since my mom uses a cane to walk, it’ll be hard for her to push my wheelchair alone. So we reached the toilet area. There is no PWD toilet. Good thing there’s a designated cubicle for PWD. Good thing? Or so I thought.<br />
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Since it is a women’s toilet, my dad can’t go inside so it was only me and my mom and that’s alright because she’s been assisting me in a PWD toilet for years and it’s not that hard F since there are bars that we can hold on to that helps us in keeping our balance.<br />
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But were really surprised when we went inside the cubicle.<br />
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With a flat wall and nothing to hold on to except my frail mother. We were looking around and tried to figure out how I can transfer from the wheelchair to the toilet bowl. We really can’t think of any easy way, we still can’t figure it out and I want to pee already. Bahala na!<br />
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While I was transferring to the toilet bowl, the lower part of my left leg kind of hit my wheelchair. I have a big tumor inside it and although it doesn’t really hurt, that leg reacts and jerks every time that happens. It happened and fortunately it happened when I was about to sit on the bowl.<br />
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And so I have to transfer from the toilet bowl to the wheelchair. My mom lifted me up again. My left leg felt so weak and I can feel my mom’s brittle bones and I was afraid t to tighten my hold on her brittle bones. I tried holding on to the flat wall but my hand just slipped. We were about to fall and then my mom pushed me on the wheelchair so that I won’t land on the floor. I was slouched on the wheelchair, my butt on the air, only my hips up to my back were touching the wheelchair, I haven’t wore my underwear and shorts yet and the worst part is, my mother’s hips, back and spine were aching. Thankfully, the janitress was on standby outside the cubicle door when my mom opened it to ask for help because I was still slouched and hanging on the wheelchair without underwear and shorts.<br />
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Because of their lack of sensitivity and concern for the PWDs, my mom’s weak and brittle bones that are often in pain became weaker and she need to undergo rehabilitation therapy. She has lupus.<br />
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Also, the so-called PWD cubicle is not big enough. The wheelchair can’t navigate properly.<br />
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If this happened to us, how about the other PWDs who will be using that so-called PWD toilet cubicle? The management kept saying that there are the PWD toilets on the other floor levels? And why not on the 4th floor then? I don’t think it’s not that hard to attach bars on the toilet wall that the PWDs can hold on to.<br />
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I am really looking forward for you to take action and investigate on this. It’s not only for my sake or my mom but for the PWDs who will also use that toilet in the future.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
Maria Kathrina Lopez Yarza<br />
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We are also filing a complaint against the Fisher Mall Management for my Mom's injury.<br />
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"I depend a lot on her since I am partially paralyzed, totally deaf and half blind. And her mobility after that incident is quite restricted now. What if I fell from my wheelchair during that incident?"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;"><i>I repeat: Maliit na cubicle lang siguro para sa Fisher Mall (kaya ang dali nilang balewalain), pero MALAKING BAGAY ITO PARA SA MGA PWD.</i></td></tr>
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So NCDA wrote a letter to Fisher Mall & Quezon City Mayor’s office and also forwarded my letter to them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;"><i>They placed a PWD sticker on the door of the cubicle. “Tabingi pa,” my mom said.</i></td></tr>
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May 4, 2018 — Even though her hips were still in pain due to the accident, my mom went to Fisher Mall to file a file a formal complaint, again. They accepted it this time — the letter, but I but not their mistake My mom saw the so-called PWD cubicle of the said toilet and they already placed small bars on the wall and PWD on the door. I repeat: small bars. Maybe they were thinking, “pwede na yan” Still, there’s not enough railings and it’s not big enough to fit a wheelchair. When we went there the following day after the accident (May 22 – 2nd day of the Powerlifting competition), my sister even folded my wheelchair while I was seated on the toilet bowl so that she can move around and assist me while I was peeing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;">T<i>hey placed small grab bars inside the cr cubicle that is intended DAW for mothers and housewives and not for PWDs.</i></td></tr>
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May 21, 2018 — my mom and I both received a copy furnished letter addressed to NCDA from Fisher Mall’s lawyer. Lies, excuses, sarcasm, insults & lack of sensitiveness — those were the contents of the letter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;">“<i>On that particular occasion, the person on duty offered to accompany the mother and daughter to the PWD-restroom but the offer was sternly rebuffed.” >>>Talaga lang ha!?!?!?!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 20.8px;"><i>This is very insulting.</i></td></tr>
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I decided not to make my unlove letter to Fisher Mall because DON'T LIKE HATE and I choose ACTION instead.<br />
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My mom tried filing a complaint to Fisher Mall management the next day. To no avail...WALA!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Sunday we went back to Fisher Mall for the second day event.</i><i>My mom went to the ladies’ CR to look for the janitress who helped us and sign as witness to the photos we took inside the cubicle. But she referred my mom to a person from an admin office representative.</i><i><br /></i><i>According to Ms. Jendrean Lo, a Tenant Relations Officer, that wide door cubicle is intended for PWD, but my mom reitererated, how can you say it's for PWD? Not a single railing inside? Then Ms. Lo said "Mam sa ibang floors po may pwd CR"</i><i><br /></i><i>All floors must have PWD CR, and to think that 4th floor is where their events hall are. </i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So </span>we filed a complaint directly to National Council on Disability Affairs (NCDA) and here's the draft of my letter.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Dear NCDA,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Greetings!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Last April 21, 2018, I have learned that Fisher Mall in Quezon City is PWD unfriendly because it hurt my feelings and hurt my mom’s lower back / spine. I am a PWD, my mom is a PWD – both of us have orthopedic disability.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">We went to Fisher Mall to watch the National Open & Age Group Raw Powerlifting completion that was held on the event hall on the mall’s 4th floor. While watching the event, I told my mom that I need to pee and asked her to bring me to the toilet. Luckily, my dad was there to push my wheelchair because the toilet is a bit far from the event hall and since my mom uses a cane to walk, it’ll be hard for her to push my wheelchair alone. So we reached the toilet area. There is no PWD toilet. Good thing there’s a designated cubicle for PWD. Good thing? Or so I thought.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Since it is a women’s toilet, my dad can’t go inside so it was only me and my mom and that’s alright because she’s been assisting me in a PWD toilet for years and it’s not that hard since there are bars that we can hold on to that helps us in keeping our balance. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">With a flat wall and nothing to hold on to except my frail mother. We were looking around and tried to figure out how I can transfer from the wheelchair to the toilet bowl. We really can’t think of any easy way, we still can’t figure it out and I want to pee already. Bahala na! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">While I was transferring to the toilet bowl, the lower part of my left leg kind of hit my wheelchair. I have a big tumor inside it and although it doesn’t really hurt, that legs reacts and jerks every time that happens. It happened and fortunately it happened when I was about to sit on the bowl.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">And so I have to transfer from the toilet bowl to the wheelchair. My mom lifted me up again. My left leg felt so weak and I can feel my mom’s brittle bones and I was afraid to hold on to tighten my hold on her brittle bone. I tried holding on to the flat wall but it just slipped. We were about to fall and then my mom pushed me on the wheelchair so that I won’t land on the floor. I was slouched on the wheelchair, my butt on the air, only my hips up to my back were touching the wheelchair, I haven’t wore my underwear and shorts yet and the worst part is, my mother’s hips, back and spine were aching. Thankfully, the janitress was on standby outside the cubicle’s door when my mom opened it to ask for help because I was still slouched and hanging on the wheelchair without underwear and shorts.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Because of their lack of sensitivity and concern for the PWDs, my mom’s weak bones that are often in pain became weaker and she need to undergo rehabilitation therapy.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Also, the so-called PWD cubicle is not big enough. The wheelchair can’t navigate properly.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">***pwd door***</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">If this happened to us, how about the other PWDs who will be using that so-called PWD toilet cubicle? The management kept saying that there are the PWD toilets on the other floor levels? And why not on the 4th floor then? I don’t think it’s not that hard to attach bars on the toilet wall that the PWDs can hold on to.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">I am really looking forward for you to take action and investigate on this. It’s not only for my sake or my mom but for the PWDs who will also use that toilet in the future.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;">Sincerely,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;">Maria Kathrina Lopez Yarza</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>We are also filing a complaint against the Fisher Mall Management for my Mom's injury.</i><i><br /></i><i>I depend a lot on her since I am partially paralyzed, totally deaf and half blind. And her mobility after that incident is quite restricted now. What if I fell from my wheelchair during that incident?</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68px;">Like always, Michelle & Kathreen had a joint birthday celebration and sponsored our KAINAN SA LABAS NG BAHAY dinner. It’s something we really enjoyed doing since we we’re kids. Our first salu-salo dinner sa labas ng bahay was tuyo. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68px;">Going back, so we had dinner a few hours ago and I was really amazed with what I saw. Yes SAW! I saw the food and things on the table. I saw the utensils. I saw their faces. I saw their gestures. I saw their moving lips. I saw the foods on my plate. I saw this. I saw that. My vision is still kinda blurry but I SAW.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">Since last year, whenever we would eat outside the house with friends and/or family, I would always complain that it’s too dark and I can’t recognize the people & the food especially the food on my plate so after eating, as I say, I’ll just “eat and run” and go inside the house once I would finished eating and there were times that I chose not to come outside and have then bring the plate with food to me. It’s really annoying so instead of staying annoyed, I choose ti come where the bright light is.</span></div>
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<i style="font-size: 18pt;">“Wala naman akong masyadong nakikita kaya papasok nalang ako sa bahay.</i><span style="font-size: 18pt;">” </span></div>
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<i style="font-size: 18pt;">“Papasok na ko kasi magku-kwento pa ko sa blog.”</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;"> <u><b>WHY THE TITLE?</b></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">I’m not sure if it’s okay to be happy about this, but I AM SO GLAD!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">Ever since I met my first, NF Friend (Ate Cel), I’ve started listing down the names of my NF Friends. <i>Wala lang. Gusto ko lang.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">I started writing it on Notepad (the app).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">And then the names on the list reached 15++, so I transferred it to MS Excel while we were hoping that we’ll be plenty enough to be able to form a support group.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">And then NFF Support Group was born!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">I keep revising and editing the list as our members grew in number. When it reached 50, I wished that if only I can group the members according to theeir location so that they’ll know who lives near who. But I think it won’t be fair for some if nobody else is located near them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">Fast forward to today, we already have: 65 NF Friends from Metro Manila, 12 NF Friends in Rizal, 14 NF friend in Laguna, 13 NF Friends in Cavite, 8 NF Friends in Bulacan, 10 NF Friends in Southern Luzon, 23 NF Friends in Northern Luzon, 27 NF Friends in Visayas, 17 NF Friends in Mindanao, and 10 Filipinos with NF from outside the country.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">Once again, I have mixed feelings about this. Happy that we already have a lot of members and it’s now a 3-digit number. Sad that there are a lot of us who have NF. And then VERY HAPPY that we found each other! We are really not alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">The other night, while I was arranging & organizing the list, I suddenly felt so amazed, happy, & grateful all at the same time and so I posted this:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">When there are members who were able to find NFF (support group) because a random person approached them and asked: “Do you have NF?” and then told them about NEUROFIBROMATOSIS FRIENDS (Philippines).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">When there a students who send messages to the NFF page because of their case study, thesis or assignment that is about NF.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">NF may still be not that known and a lot of people are still not aware about it but *tears of joy because even if it’s something small and only a few people knows about it, still there is something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">It’s just like the saying, <i>“every cent counts.”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;"><b>Big things are made of small things, right?</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I remembered my dream last night / this morning. There will be a gift-giving event like MAY Birthday Project that’s going to happen on January and I was very happy and so excited. No, I wasn’t the one who organized it but I was really really excited to join. And then I woke up.<br />
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While I was taking a shower a while ago, I suddenly thought of that dream and then I felt really really sad. I was crying without tears but it’s a bit dramatic coz the water from the shower was pouring (Now I am laughing when I think about it. Haha.)<br />
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Because ever since MAY Birthday Project (MBP) ended 2 years ago, I don’t hear (not literally) or read much about gift-giving events like that anymore (except for The Gift of Hearing of Ma’am Iche, Mommy G’s advocacy projects & Ate Cres’ upcoming event for PWD kids).<br />
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When there was MBP for 9 years, It seems like there were lots of gift-giving events like that here and there, and then WALA NA. I’m not talking about those that were organized by a certain group, organizations or companies, but ordinary citizens like you and me.<br />
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<i><b>“In those 9 years, I have proven that we don’t have to be a celebrity, politician or someone who’s rich and has a lot of money in order to do something like that. From something that was so small, together with my close friends & family, I was able to start it. I did it, I continue doing it and surprisingly, it became bigger and better year after year, from 2007 to 2015.”</b></i><br />
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<a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2017/05/will-there-be-may-birthday-project.html#more" target="_blank">We really had to to end it after the 9th MBP</a> and I seems to me that the joy of caring & sharing that MBP also ended with it and I am very disappointed.<br />
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I know it’s not my fault for ending it but I can’t help but feel so bad.<br />
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<i>Para kasing ako lang ang sa tuwa ng mga nabigyan namin kahit alam ko na hindi naman ganon. Ganyan lang talaga ako mag-drama. :P</i><br />
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It’s just so sad and I comforted myself with 9 years worth of happy faces from all the MBP and prevent myself from crying & hyperventilating.<br />
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I don’t really know why I’ve suddenly thought about this. Maybe because it’s the December 1 today.<br />
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And BTW, I’m not so sad anymore.<br />
<b><span style="background-color: #990000; color: lime;"> Advance Merry Christmas, everyone! </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">Juan “Dickoy” Magdaraog organized this event in celebration of his 40</span><sup>th</sup><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> birthday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">When he was diagnosed with Pompe Disease, a rare neuromuscular disorder, they we’re told that he won’t be able to reach past 30, and he will be turning 40 tomorrow. A wonderful milestone for him and to commemorate this, Dickoy wanted to do something meaningful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">It’s not just meaningful, IT’S WONDERFUL!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b><i>“Greatness is not being strong but using strength to carry the most hearts.”</i></b></span><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">Last November 25, Dickoy held a movie block screening of Wonder for the benefit of the <a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2012/02/kcat-can-orphaned.html">Philippine Society for Orphan Disorders (PSOD)</a> – a non-profit organization that advocates and cares for people, especially children with rare diseases and 100% of the ticket sales went to PSOD. Wonderful!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">“I've been given the chance to live longer than what I thought possible. It will be awesome to help others live longer than they thought possible too,” said Dickoy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">“Be kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle. Be kind.”</span></i></b><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">When I learned about Dickoy’s story years back, it really amazed me. I was inspired. It instantly became one of my motivations to keep doing what I’ve been doing and that I can do more because PWDs are Persons With Determination!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">Finally! I was able to meet Ate Pam and Julia the pretty and cheerful “<a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2011/10/kcat-can-silent-angels.html">silent angel</a>” who is battling with Rett syndrome – a rare, severe neurological disorder that affects mostly girls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-84502111856524280142017-11-01T19:55:00.000+08:002017-11-02T10:26:37.249+08:00My Powerlifter #BestBrotherOctober 29, 2017 – We went to Great Eastern Hotel in Quezon City for the 2017 Luzon Open and National Interschool Raw Powerlifting Championships that was hosted by the Powerlifting Association of the Philippines<br />
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My brother, Maro, and his FlexHub (fitness gym) team joined the competition.<br />
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The event was so long, but very much worth it and I actually had a great time watching the completion.<br />
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I’m not really a sport fanatic but I enjoyed watching sports competitions especially when someone I know or my friends know is / are participating in it, who doesn’t anyway?<br />
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The weight of the “<i>weights</i>” they were lifting — whatever you call that, is just so WOW!<br />
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It’s equivalent to:<br />
• Kcat on a wheelchair.<br />
• Kcat times two.<br />
• Kcat Yarza times three.<br />
• Kcat Yarza times four.<br />
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Kcat's weight is about 50 kg, so figure it out.<br />
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I had fun watching the yellow & red lights too that signals if the powerlifter did good (yellow light) or not (red light).<br />
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It was really fun, good thing I brought with me the baby rattle that my niece left behind at our house. I used the rattle in lieu of clapping my hands. Haha.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>BENCH PRESS</u></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">DEADLIFT</span></u></div>
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And so Maro won a gold medal!<br />
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He got the highest score in the men’s high school division.<br />
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Let me share with you the conversation of my mom & my brother after the competition:<br />
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Mami: “Anak, what did u learn from your competition experience?”<br />
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Maro: “Wala nman akong expectations. Wala akong paki.”<br />
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Mami: “But see, mabait ka kasi and God-fearing. Whatever your prayers nung anticipated mass (the day before the event)...... GOD gave you more than what you asked for!”<br />
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Maro: <b><span style="font-size: large;">“l love God.”</span></b><br />
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I’ve been getting those questions lately and here is my answer:<br />
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What did I do to make it shrink? NOTHING.<br />
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Maybe it’s because I’m drinking Reliv Now with LunaRich.<br />
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Maybe because of the the turmeric and black pepper capsule that I’m taking.<br />
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I don’t know. I really don’t. It really just happened. Last September 11, it was still big and painful and then <a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2017/10/god-surprised-me-today.html" target="_blank">TAAA-DAAA</a> and then 6 days after, <a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2017/10/suddenly-tumor-on-my-left-left-became_13.html" target="_blank">TAAA-DAAA</a> again!!<br />
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But this I’m very very very sure of:<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">GOD made this happen!</span></b><br />
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No, I'm not irritated because people keep answering these questions. Actually, I'm really so amazed and I want to share it to everyone that's why I am posting it.<br />
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Or maybe, it’s because I am exercising my legs and the tumor lose its weight. Haha. Just kiddin<br />
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I was having double vision. Went to neurologist and neuro-ophthalmologist. EMG (electromyogram) test said something is wrong with my nerves. What is it? Undefined. Then MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) of the brain it is! There were 3 big white spots on my MRI plates. Brain tumors. I have brain tumors. I didn’t feel sad, or maybe a bit sad at first; though I really can’t remember feeling sad that time. In fact, when I got home, I was running around our compound raising and telling everyone that I have brain tumors like I was on a show and tell. I was definitely happy about it, buy why should I feel sad when I don’t feel sad. In fact, I was amazed because not everyone has brain tumors. Maybe I’m really weird. Haha. And now I know the answer: FAITH. I from from the start that everything has a reason, I didn’t know what that reason is, I have no idea what is it, but I know that there is.¬<br />
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After 2 or 3 visits to the neurosurgeon’s clinic, I was diagnosed with NEUROFIBROMATOSIS TYPE 2 (NF2) on October 15, 2004.<br />
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All along, I thought it was August 2004 but then again I saw that my first MRI was done was on September 29, 2004 (link the fb album) and I was able to figure it out, thanks to my blog, an online journal & my memory.<br />
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I was diagnosed a day before our simple DBS Batch 2000 get-together at Dencio’s Grill in Megamall. I can recall telling them that I have neuro something something – a long & tongue twisting word “basta may brain tumors ako” – I can recall cheerfully saying those words. Haha.<br />
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That was also the day (err, night) that we (Lea, Pau & I) became friends with Madie again. That was one of my significant “everything has a reason” in life.<br />
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Madie organized and gathered some of our batch mates and found a way to raised funds for me at Don Bosco Technical College Alumni Homecoming & Jig concert in 2005 in Jig 2006 as well and so on.<br />
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Later on, we found out that I have the type 1 (NF1) as well and all my diagnosis (or misdiagnosis) in the past were ann symptoms of NF1.<br />
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“You don’t look sick.”<br />
“Maybe you are sad about it and you are just hiding it.”<br />
“You must be in a lot of pain.”<br />
“Are you really alright?”<br />
“Are you sure you are not scared?”<br />
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My family & friends keep telling me those words especially whenever I say: “I AM OK”<br />
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I keep telling them that I am fine, being sick and having brain tumors really doesn’t make me feel sad, I am not scared (not a bit), etc.<br />
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No, I don’t really find it irritating because I understand the reason they are saying those words. Those are their TLC (tender loving care).<br />
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I wrote this on October 17, 2004:<br />
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<i>“She (Tita Angie) asked me what I really feel daw. I told her, "tanggap ko" (“I accept it”). I’m not trying to hide my feelings. Whatever I'm showing, ‘yun na ‘yon (that’s it). Why should I cry? Why should I get lonely? Ano magagawa non dba?! (What can it do, right?!) I shouldn't stop living life the way i want it to be just because I’m sick. Lalo lang ako magkakasakit (The more will I get sick) like depression or something.</i></blockquote>
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<i>There’s a reason behind all these. I know there is. O diba?! (Right?!) Is this really me?! I'm not just showing you that I'm a strong person even though I’m really scared. I need to be strong, but I’m not really that scared. Ganito lang talaga ako. (This is really how I am) Even in the hardest situations, I still try to look on the positive side of things. Even if it's isn't visible, I will really find it. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Hindi ako nagpapaka-manhid (I’m not being numb). This is how I am. This is how I take it. Smile nalang (just smile). I don't really want people's pity, though I’m really touched whenever someone comforts me or lets me feel their concern. As in! Promise. But you don't really have to think about it a lot of times and be bothered by it. Sige na nga, alam ko na hindi niyo naman mapipigilan mag-worry kaya (Okay, I know that you can’t really stop being worried, so) THANK YOU.”</i></blockquote>
And then on November 19, 2004<br />
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<i>“My mom and I went to PGH this morning to meet with the chairman of neurosciences, Dr. Willy Lopez, for a second opinion. Well, I really need to undergo surgery. Maybe in 2 weeks.. 3 weeks.. I’m not sure but I think it's gonna be within this year which is in less than 2 months.. Hay-ay-ay! Hehe!”</i></blockquote>
At one look on my MRI plates (When we barged his office. Haha.), he knew that it was NF2 at once.<br />
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We visited Dr. Lopez’ clinic the following week and then he became my doctor and took care of me since then.<br />
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Ever since then, a lot of thing had happened. Good things. Bad thing. Problems. Pain. Struggles. Triumphs. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc.<br />
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Like you and most people, I also felt like I was pushed flat on the ground, everything's seems wrong and I can't do anything about it, but I chose to stand up and move, Little by little, with all of my might, no matter how little it is. I’ve fought, I’m still fighting and I’ll always be fighting through life.<br />
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While tapping my head, my mom said, “You are so blessed!”<br />
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And because I keep moving and fighting, the blessings that I’ve been receiving are my reward. So, the bigger the battle that we’ll conquer, the bigger the reward.<br />
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And I am very grateful because God put me in this kind of battle; a battle that HE is a part of.<br />
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Cheers to 13 years of living an AWESOME LIFE despite of battling with NF!<br />
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The next day, I remembered about it while I was organizing my files and I saw the video taken <a href="http://iamkcat.blogspot.com/2017/10/god-surprised-me-today.html" target="_blank">last October 6 about the shrinking of the tumor</a> so I compared it and I WAS SO AMAZED ONCE AGAIN!!!<br />
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A week ago, I wondered: Why does my left leg still keeps on jerking even though there’s not pain anymore.<br />
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Miracle? YES!!! I believe it & I can feel it!<br />
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After my kicking exercise, instead of putting down my left leg, I placed my left foot above my right knee; dume-kwatro & when I touched the lower part of my left leg, I WAS SO SURPRISED! I kept saying: “Parang lumiit?!” I was talking about the tumor. It became smaller! It’s still there, but smaller. The best part is, it doesn’t hurt anymore.<br />
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And I know and I’m sure that this is all God’s doing.<br />
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Why?<br />
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During my checkup last May or June (I’m too lazy to check), I told Dr. Lopez about the tumor on my leg that’s getting bigger & painful. He touched it & it was a bit painful and said that it’ll that it’ll be hard to remove it.<br />
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A certain brain tumor become aggressive it’ll make my left leg weaker and I was kinda worried that this leg tumor might become bigger and much painful. I was so worried about it but I didn’t tell anyone but God. I didn’t really prayed and asked Him to remove it, make it calmer or make it smaller. I just told Him about it just like how I usually have a conversation with my friends; that’s how I really talk with Him ever since whenever.<br />
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I didn’t pray for it but HE GAVE IT TO ME!<br />
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Like always, therefore I conclude:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-60635473464091403772017-09-05T12:14:00.000+08:002017-09-06T23:53:53.800+08:00Do not be afraid. Keep going. Never give up.People often ask me for advice about life and stuff but I’m not too keen on giving advice because I don’t really think I really know the right words to say. Instead, I share what I can from my own personal experiences. Everything I say is based on a true story — my story.<br />
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From time to time, I get to talk with different friends who are all going through the same things in life: feeling lost, hopelessness, losing faith frustrations, scared of facing what tomorrow might bring, problems, etc. etc. etc.<br />
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Here are some of the words I said to my friends that I believe are too good not to share:<br />
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<b><u>When you need to LET GO & LET GOD…</u></b><br />
<i>PRAY. As in talk to God and tell Him everything that's been bothering you. It may sound cliché but it really really works. Talk to Him just like how you talk with your friends. Like He's just there listening. Tell Him everything — all your worries, your frustrations, your sadness, your angst and everything and anything. That's what I've been doing ever since I can’t really remember when. Regardless of what my problems or worries are, health-related or not, everything and anything about myself and about life, I would let it all out to Him or more of passing it on to Him so He can take-over handle it. GOD HELPS ME HANDLE IT. Yes, I am also just like everyone else who has lots of problems, worries & frustrations. But after pouring it all to God, I would always feel comforted afterwards. As they say, Let go & let God and it's so true. I'm not really trying to be religious here, but it's really a fact that God is really a big part of what I am today.</i><br />
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<b><u>When you want to hold on to your FAITH…</u></b><br />
<i>Even though you are feeling so down, hopeless and helpless, keep holding on to your Faith and never let go. That’s also how I felt when I had an anxiety attack in April 2006. I held on to my faith and also, I literally held on to a small crucifix (haha). </i><br />
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<u><b>When God leads your steps…</b></u><br />
<i>Even me, it took a lot of years before I was able to feel this way, I feel so good and I've been experiencing successive improvements. Very little improvements but improvements are improvements. It took 12 years to happen. It's so long, right? But it happened, is happening and will happen in God's perfect time; not our own definition of time. Just keep on doing your best in moving forward with your life. God helps those who help themselves. For as long as we are moving forward with our lives (in making it better), God will definitely lead our steps.</i><br />
<u><b><br /></b></u><u><b>When you want to live a positive life…</b></u><br />
<i>Think of ALL the happy things and the blessings in your life. Just being alive is already a blessing. And there are a lot of things. Keep thinking about those things. I'm not really sure if I'm saying the right things to you. I don't really know how to give advices but everything I say is based from my experience and I find it very effective. It may be a bit hard at first but if you keep doing it, you'll get used to doing it naturally & easily. It wasn't really easy for me when I was growing up. I was very sickly. I was diagnosed with different illness and learned that I have NF when I was 21. Even when I was born, I wasn't breathing when I came out of my mom's womb. Etc. Etc. And when I was still a child, I decided that I'll be an optimist & I'll try to live a bright and happy life. I told myself that when I learned the meaning of my favorite color which is yellow. And I liked the word "optimism" so I decided to live according to its meaning. It was a very childish decision at first and I kept on doing it until it became part of me.</i><br />
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<b><u>When you feel different…</u></b><br />
<i>i can't really say that everything is going to be alright, but want to tell you: “YOU CAN DO IT!" Never ever give up. And also, you are still very blessed because whatever you’re going through could have been worse but it’s not. Life goes on and keep moving forward with it. And always remember that you are not really different from others, but uniquely different just like everyone else. </i><br />
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<b><u>When you want change to happen…</u></b><br />
<i>But reality is, we can't really do something for people to change. Change comes from the results of our choices. So for now, just choose to live this very ordinary life, extraordinarily well. </i><br />
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<u><b>When God never left you behind…</b></u><br />
<i>Whatever you're going through right now, with God, you can do it & you'll get through it. It takes time, but it sure is worth it. Even me, I also used to be in the bottom; even flat on the ground. We encountered lots of problems, struggles, hardships, etc. and after a long long time, we were able to survive and good things keeps on happening because God was with me all through out and I am very much aware of it.</i><br />
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<b><u>When you give your 101% trust to God…</u></b><br />
<i>Put your 100% trust in God. Don’t just say it, but really do it! IT’S OUR CHOICE. Yes, our life is all planned out by God but He gave us all the greatest gift called free-will. So, use it very well.</i><br />
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<u><b>When you know that a danger might occur...</b></u><br />
<i>One of my brain tumors can become aggressive and harmful soon even though it's harmless right now. Since I know what harm it could possibly cause me— it will make my left leg weaker, I decided to race with it and make it to the first place. I am currently making my left leg stronger so that when the time comes that my brain tumor acts up and becomes aggressive, my left leg will be stronger by then and I'll be able to say: "I HAVE COME PREPARED!"</i><br />
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<u><b>When people say bad things about you…</b></u><br />
<i>Silence is really louder than words and I choose not to react and talk-back and waste my energy on them. I let silence speak for me. Besides, silence is the best revenge.</i><br />
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<u><b>When some people just don’t understand…</b></u><br />
<i>Just let them be. Let then think what they want to think. No matter what, we can’t really do something about how people think and react because it’s their own choice. What really matters is don’t let their bad thoughts and reactions affect you in anyway and most of all, don’t think too little of yourself because of them.</i><br />
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<u><b>When you made a choice…</b></u><br />
<i>In the end, it's all up to us. The choice is ours to make. Just put in mind that our choices has either good or bad results in the end</i>.<br />
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Last night, I felt so lazy again to do my exercise. I AM A LAZY PERSON. Really. I reasoned out to Michelle that the weather is so hot and I had a mild headache that day. Though I was already fine. Everything has a reason and when we are lazy, we can easily come up with reasons and excuses, right? I always fo that so I know. Haha. And then while we were talking, I told her that I think I can stand on my own, I just need to lean my lower leg & knees on the bed. I think I can do it. And then I got curious.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-70775558053059960082017-05-14T19:00:00.000+08:002017-09-07T00:01:31.867+08:00May 13 is Kcat’s Birthday and then May 14 is Mother’s Day<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;"> Stay there in the hospital and be well. Don’t only recharge your energy so that you can use your energized-self when you get home. May you leave all the pain, problems, stress and negativity there after you leave the hospital, soon? Of course, soon. Coming soon. But for now, rest, relax and be well and gracefully welcome your 53rd birthday in 13 days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;">“My mom is not a superwoman with super powers. But for me, she is a supermom with a powerful heart.”</span></div>
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<i>“Most of us consider our birthdays as a significant and meaningful event in our lives. We celebrate it in different ways, but what is important is that we have to be thankful because it is the day that we had been given our precious life here on earth. We have to live through the days, months, and years in spite and despite all the events in our lives.</i></div>
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I am SO HAPPY and VERY GRATEFUL that I have been living a wonderful life for 34 years now. </div>
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, mother. Thank you, father. Thank you, sister. Thank you, brother. Thank you, family. Thank you, friends. Thank you neighbors. Thank you, supporters. Thank you, strangers. Thank you, doctors. Thank you to everyone who became a part of my life at the same time, thank you for making me a part of your lives. Thank you, you, you, you and everyone. Again, thank you, MOMMY. And most importantly, thank you Lord God, our Heavenly Father that I am able to say “THANK YOU” with full of meaning.</div>
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Words aren’t really enough to describe how grateful I am feeling.</div>
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Ever since I can’t remember, I would always have a very painful headache every summer. But who doesn’t experience headache during a hot weather anyway. It became worse after my brain tumors showed up and I was diagnosed with NF2. The pain in my head became severe, and my head easily gets really hot. I’m a hot-headed person. Literally. Haha. My head can get so hot, inside and outside and can even be felt from an inch away. You can feel the hot pressure around it when you touch my head. 2 fans with air conditioner is not enough at times. Plus my head would always feel like it’s so heavy and it’s would suddenly get stiff and I have a hard time moving it for a while whenever I feel so hot and thirsty. It’s like having a leg cramps on the head. Ouch. That goes on summer after summer (March to May and on a hot weather). The aggressive brain tumors showed up when I was diagnosed with NF2 in August 2004, so it’s been 12 years more or less and sadly I already got used to it now. But on the brighter-side, because I am already used to it, I already know what do to minimize the pain. I can’t really stop it from happening but I have found out a way to lessen it and it’s called: PREVENTION IS BETTER HAN CURE. Yes, everyone about knows it but unfortunately, not everyone is applying it in their lives. Sad truth. Oh well.</div>
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Fast-forward to summer 2017, the very painful headache, the heavy head and the very hot head that I was expecting didn’t come and it’s already the month of May and nothing still. WOW. It’s so amazing! Of course I can also feel the very hot weather this season but it really is different. My head is still hot but it’s not the usual “super hot-headed” anymore and 1 fan that’s facing me and my head is already enough. Headache is not totally gone. I still get headache from time to time. Total of 5 times this year started. On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the most painful headache I’ve experienced. Amazingly, the most painful now is 3 or 4. It’s not really that painful, it’s just irritating so I would take paracetamol for it to disappear and amazingly again, the irritating pain that’s not really that painful would suddenly disappear in 10 minutes or less.</div>
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This AMAZING FEELING is not only about my head, it’s just a part of it. Amazing things keeps on happening to me and I feel so good! I never thought that there’s more to the “more than okay” that I used to feel month ago and I feel greater than “I feel so great!” </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-19085292753579518462017-05-06T16:13:00.002+08:002017-09-07T00:05:34.641+08:00Stepping up to show compassion by Tan Yi LiangMy story was featured by my awesome journalist friend (who keeps on refusing to believe that he's awesome...everyone that I call "my friend' is awesome, y'know). He is a Malaysian.<br />
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Let's inspire each other!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-23557080361863918962017-05-06T12:51:00.000+08:002017-09-07T00:05:47.664+08:00Will the be a MAY BIRTHDAY PROJECT?<div style="text-align: center;">
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The 9th May Birthday Project (MBP) on 2015 was the last. There’s no MBP anymore but I really hope that I have instilled the joy of sharing and caring to everyone. It’s just me not organizing an event / outreach like this but the spirit of caring and sharing lives on. In those 9 years, I have proven that we don’t have to be a celebrity, politician or someone who’s rich and has a lot of money in order to do something like that. From something that was so small, together with my close friends & family, I was able to start it. I did it, I continue doing it and I surprisingly, it became bigger and better year after year, from 2007 to 2015..<br />
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Know all about NF and share the information to at least one person. In this way, we can make NF known and increase the possibility of finding a cure for it.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-4495855857310006012017-04-17T06:00:00.000+08:002017-09-07T00:06:10.606+08:00A beautiful miracle happened to me 11 years agoApril 17, 2006. Just like today, it was the Monday after Easter Sunday and that Monday from 11 years ago means so much to me.<br />
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It all started during Lenten Season in 2006. Everything dawn on me. I am so weak. I look very much different from a couple of months before. I am totally deaf. I can’t walk. I can’t chew and swallow properly. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. It felt like everything and everyone is moving with time and I was already left behind. I was sad. I had a hard time sleeping. It was an anxiety attack. It felt like I was already going to die because of my condition that time. I kept telling myself that’s It’s alright. 22 years (I was 22 years old then) is already enough.<br />
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A very very very AMAZING thing happened the next day! I felt so good and while I was having my breakfast, I cheerfully told my mom that we’ll get better! “I will get better! You will get better!” and then my grandma came inside the house and I told her that she will get better too. With full of joy and excitement, I kept on saying “We will all get better!”<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-5405069240468791172017-03-07T12:48:00.000+08:002017-03-07T13:17:53.651+08:00I aM POSSIBLE!In 2008, I gave myself the best birthday gift from my hard-earned money. I was able to buy<br />
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<a name='more'></a>thanks to paid blogging. I stopped doing it after that though. Just because. But I'm really really thankful! Not only was I able to buy my own website, I was also able to share whenever I saw a fundraising campaign with a "Donate via PayPal" on it. And most of all, I gained a couple of blogger friends whom I am still friends with up until now.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-74705629988140485592017-02-14T07:57:00.000+08:002017-09-07T00:06:49.764+08:00February 14 is GALS Day!Move over Valentine’s Day, today is GALS Day!!!<br />
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GALS is Graciano Altre Lopez Sr. He is the husband of Diding (Mang). He is the father of Vic, Jun, Belle, Miriam, Madge, Angie & Jim. He is the grandfather of Miguel Franco, Maria Kathrina, Jonathan Mark, Cristopher Jason, Ana Celina, Mark Anthony, Valerie Ann, Talitha Karisse, Viella Mae, Paul Michael, Paula Therese, Holy Ann, Janna Mariz, Allen David, Juan Mikhail +, Chrissie Ann, Patricia Nicole, Kiefer Jan, Maro Luiz, Jesper Ryan and Atom.<br />
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He died on February 14, 2000 due to heart ailment. We call him PAPA or Papa Lolo and everyone else called him Noning.<br />
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Papa Noning is G.A.L.S. and it is not mere acronym of his name for us, but happiness, love and togetherness because that is what he shared and taught when he was still with us.<br />
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Almost all of my happy childhood memories were spent with my cousins from the maternal side, and all gratitude I give to our lolo Papa. “Basta bigyan niyo ako ng maraming apo,” those were Papa’s words as he blessed the weddings of all his children.<br />
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I remember having many overnight stays with my cousins at my grandparents’ house in Mandaluyong. Good thing our home is just a few blocks away but my cousins who live in Navotas, Muntinlupa, Makati, Pasig, and Cainta were all personally fetched by Papa. How fond of and loving he was to us.<br />
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During summer, the whole family traveled to Aloleng in Agno, Pangasinan to stay at our Papa and Mang’s vacation house. We frolicked in the beach, ran around the grassland, climbed up the tree house Papa made for us, picked mangoes and chicos, and made campfires. Because of these bonding moments, my cousins and I have been like siblings who are really close to each other, up until now.<br />
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Papa was a survivor. He faced a lot of accidents, from minor accidents like falling down the ladder, to major ones like a vehicular accident, and serious burns from a fire accident; but he bravely overcame all these and continued on with his life. Now that I think about it, it was through Papa where I witnessed the real meaning of the quote “Life must go on”.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542329539370645326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597385.post-71648667943844383312017-02-12T12:59:00.000+08:002017-09-07T00:07:38.000+08:00YOU ARE LOVEDLove is a most potent force. It does make our world go round. It puts gladness into hearts, making them skip with joy and excitement. In most countries around the world, and since time immemorial, a day is specially celebrated for love’s sake.<br />
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There are several stories that tell about the origin of Valentine’s Day.<br />
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There is one that tells of a Roman citizen who was martyred on February 14 for refusing to give up Christianity and for helping Christians escape the harsh Roman prisons.<br />
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Another person named Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine".<br />
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There is also a story that tells about St. Valentine, a priest who was jailed for defying Emperor Claudius who outlawed marriage for young men because the Emperor believed that single men made better soldiers that those with sweethearts, wives and families. St. Valentine saw it as an injustice and continued to perform marriages in secrecy. He was beheaded on February 14, at around 270 AD.<br />
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The origins and history of why we celebrate the day of hearts on February 14 may differ; nevertheless, it puts emphasis on a common subject – LOVE. And celebrating LOVE is precisely what Valentine’s Day is all about.<br />
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Giving love and celebrating love on Valentine’s Day is not limited only to the romance between two hearts (romantic love).<br />
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Not being in a romantic relationship does not mean one is loveless.<br />
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Love is everywhere. Love is free. It is a God-given blessing for us to give as well as to receive.<br />
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