Getting Diagnosed with Cancer and What it Taught me about Love

(Image: My first chemo session with my boyfriend, Gino, and best friend, Sylbeth. My parents were there as well.)


I remember reading my biopsy diagnosis with my boyfriend, Gino, at the doctor’s office. I studied Medical Science at university and majored in Immunobiology (ironically), and I knew what lymphoma meant. But I had to hear it for myself so I asked, “what does that mean?”

“Cancer of the lymph,” my doctor said.

My life put on hold?

I’m twenty-four years old and I got my diagnosis about two months ago… it was two weeks before I was meant to start my final practicum to become a primary school teacher and finally graduate. It also happened to be the week after me and my boyfriend’s three year anniversary. I didn’t know what was going to happen…

I’m the type of person to juggle a lot of things, simply because I love doing a lot of things.

At the time, I was doing a Master of Teaching (Primary), I had uni two days a week and I was a substitute teacher the other three working days. I tutored families for an hour or two after school. I went to the gym when I could. I loved to sew, so I would spend all my spare time sewing, and I had just started this blog.

With my cancer diagnosis I didn’t know where all of that was going to go. I worked on a routine, a busy one, but I liked it and I loved everything I was doing… teaching, tutoring, uni, sewing, gym…

But the past few months started making sense. I was getting tired more quickly than before. I also noticed a flight of stairs would get me out of breath — I thought I just needed to go back to the gym! My appetite was lower as well and I got sick so many times this year. I had a nagging cough for two months!

Thankfully this cancer is curable. When I googled it (which I did a lot because I couldn’t help it), I found the survival rate is 85%. My haematologist joked that out of all the cancers to have, this one would be the best one. So although I knew that the road was going to be tough, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

I realised why I’m fighting during the week of my first chemo

After all the scans and results I finally got the stage of my cancer and the treatment plan. It was stage 2 cancer early-intermediate and it only spread to two parts of my body, my right neck and right chest. The treatment plan for me is to do four rounds of ABVD chemotherapy until October and radiotherapy at the end.

On the 25th of June, 2018 was my first chemotherapy session. Receiving chemo itself was fine, but going home and the week of side effects was a bitch. Nausea, not being able to eat properly because my taste buds were in pain, lethargy, waking up in sweat, bowel issues, vomiting, constantly being in and out of sleep, and hair loss. I broke down crying twice. Just because of how difficult it was.

The second time I cried was while I was feeling nauseated and vomiting. It was the sixth day after chemo but the first time I vomited. In that moment, I felt like I didn’t want to do chemo anymore. My family all comforted me, and when I woke up from my nap my dad came to my room and told me a story.

He used to be a sailor, and on his first job from the Philippines to Japan he felt so nauseated that he told himself he was going to quit the moment the boat landed in Japan. But, he realised that he would have a better future and so he decided to stay. If it weren’t for that decision he wouldn’t have met my mum, and me, my sister and brother wouldn’t have been born.

After reflecting I realised why I’m doing this: for a better future. I’m fighting this cancer for a better future with my family, friends, and future family.

What’s going to happen to Dressmaking Diary?

On the days I’m not nauseous and when I have the strength, sewing has been therapeutic for me. I’m not allowed to teach in a classroom because being in a room with thirty primary school children in winter isn’t the smartest thing to do when your immune system is suppressed. So out of everything from my busy lifestyle before (of teaching, tutoring, gym, sewing and uni), sewing is the only thing I have left. Having cancer gave me the opportunity to really throw myself into sewing more and fall more in love with it.

The flip side of it though, is body image. At first, the thought of losing hair scared me. I thought I was going to be too unattractive for this blog and so I didn’t know whether I still wanted to model my own clothing. The thought of becoming unattractive got to me that when I’d see a nice outfit in the shops I’d think “what’s the point of buying this? I’m going to be bald and ugly anyway.”

I’m not sure how it hit me, but I realised being bald isn’t that bad… it’s actually badass! Like the Wakandan Warriors from Black Panther (future sewing project?). There’s something beautiful about a woman who can carry themselves confidently, and the bald Wakandan Warriors are no exception. That’s why I’ve decided that no matter how I look during treatment, I’m going to carry it with confidence and continue modelling my own creations. I’ll also take this opportunity to experiment on new looks with different wigs and head coverings!

I realised that I’m not the only girl out there who’s losing hair because of cancer and I have this blog as an opportunity to give other people hope. To let everyone know that there’s beauty in everyone, no matter what their shape, size, or skin colour.

Not only do I want this blog to be about sewing and fashion, but I also want it to promote positive body image and to redefine the standards of beauty. I want my blog to inspire cancer patients like myself and everyone to find confidence in themselves.

What did I learn about love?

“For love to be real it must cost, it must hurt, and it must empty one of self.”

– Mother Teresa

This is a line I’ve certainly learnt to understand the more I’ve gotten into treatment. It’s become more clear to me how much love and suffering are intertwined. I’ve seen the amount of sacrifices everyone has made for me since I was diagnosed with cancer. My parents, siblings, boyfriend, extended family and friends have made sacrifices that cost, hurt and emptied them of selves. That’s how I know their love is real. Through all their suffering there’s joy because the love is real.

Now it’s my turn. Like I said previously, chemo is a bitch, but I’m going to keep pushing for the people I love in my life, so I can have a better future with them and also my future family.

I’m a Christian. I’m a Catholic. And sometimes among midst of suffering, faith could get confusing. This video helped me get through it:

As cheesy as all this sounds, it’s going to be a tough road. But I see the beauty in all the suffering we endure and the sacrifices we make for one another.

“Genuine love is demanding, but it’s beauty lies precisely in the demands it makes.”

– Pope John Paul II

18 thoughts on “Getting Diagnosed with Cancer and What it Taught me about Love

  1. Hey Stephanie,

    I’m sorry to hear about this. It’s good that you have the support of your family, friends and loved ones. I’m sure this experience will make a little more sense once you’ve gone through the whole ordeal. And I can see it already has.

    If I may recommend a look, I think you should totally go for the punk-rocker-Mohawk look. Get a few nose rings as well. .Stay strong, be a fighter, be a warrior. 😀 The family and I will pray for you.

    Great post by the way.

    Brian Mendieta

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    1. Hey Brian,
      Thank you to you and your family for all your prayers and support. I really appreciate it because prayers are what I need the most during this time.
      I’ll be praying for you guys too! ❤️
      Haha! Love that recommendation, maybe I can sew a leather jacket with silver studs all over it to go with the look 😂
      I hope everything is going well with you 😊


    2. Hi Stephanie,
      One day at a time…I had cancer too, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma – Breast cancer, stage 2-3 and had affected my lymph nodes..I had mastectomy, right breast and 26 lymph nodes cleared..After surgery, I had 9 sets of chemotheraphy.. During the treatment, I lost my hair, my taste buds.and the worst thing to happen was I got Infection (lung) was so bad I was hospitalised for 19 days. 11 days spent in ICU…..I also had 24 sets of radiation theraphy..I was off work for 16 months…I went back to work in January 2018 and to date, I am on remission with no signs of recurrence. During the treatment/recuperating period that the love and support of family and friends are so vital and precious.
      and you will beat this cancer, Sweetheart…Have faith…The Lord is the Great Healer…Sending my love and prayers for you…

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  2. Dear Stephanie,
    You might add AUTHOR to your list of interests for this exquisitely beautiful piece of writing. Thanks for sharing your heartfelt experiences, and God bless you.


  3. Hello Steph,

    The Lord bless you. We will pray that the Lord will heal you, just always remember that there is nothing that is too hard fot the Lord to do. Isaiah 49:23 “Then you will know that I am the Lord; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.”

    Fred Borja,
    Surigao City / Roxas City.

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  4. Hi Steph,
    I had mixed emotions when I read your blog… I still remember your high school days at Clare where you were my student! I know that the Lord will keep you in His care and that He has a plan for you. Be strong, I know you are! You and your family are in our prayers! Be healed by the Holy Spirit!
    Tita Maria (Mrs Martinez)

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  5. Hi Steph,
    What a touching and beautiful piece of writing about your journey with the dreaded C. I know it’s a long journey of waiting and wondering what’s ahead but your faith plus the love of your family and friends will carry you through. We will keep you in our prayers and may the good Lord give you strength throughout your cancer journey. Since you’re fond of sewing, i decided to share this poem to you.

    Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)

    “My life is but a weaving
    Between my God and me.
    I cannot choose the colors
    He weaveth steadily.

    Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
    And I in foolish pride
    Forget He sees the upper
    And I the underside.

    Not ’til the loom is silent
    And the shuttles cease to fly
    Will God unroll the canvas
    And reveal the reason why.

    The dark threads are as needful
    In the weaver’s skillful hand
    As the threads of gold and silver
    In the pattern He has planned

    He knows, He loves, He cares;
    Nothing this truth can dim.
    He gives the very best to those
    Who leave the choice to Him.

    Our love and prayers,
    Celeste & Lino

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  6. Wow! I just read your blog out of order. I had no idea you were coping with this diagnosis. However, I feel your strength coming through your words and KNOW you will be supported by all the best people! And so importantly, your faith! As far as sewing, I believe it can be a powerful aid in keeping your balance in life! It has helped me out this year by keeping me close to my grandchildren and showing how much I love them! I have also learned it’s OK to be loving to myself. No a selfish kind, but a compassionate kind that brings me joy, satisfaction and hope! I wish all that and more for you, Stephanie! ❤

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    1. I’ve been looking through your blog and I love all your posts with your grandchildren! Sewing really is powerful to keeping a balance. Thank you so much for your words of support Danita. Wishing you all the best and I’m looking forward to your next blog post ❤


      1. Thank you Stephanie! Sewing is what we love to do, but it also helps us develop different parts of our character. Sewing for others has really opened new opportunities for me to express love! It’s a very good thing! I also look for to walking with you on your journey to discovery and good health! ❤

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