Good morning, Ma. Good morning, dear. Ma, can you cut my
hair tomorrow? Are you sure, dear? I thought you wanted to keep
growing your hair out. I’ve thought about it, and
I decided I wanted short hair. I heard that
my hair would start falling out once I start
with chemotherapy. What are you talking about? Ma… You don’t have to hide
the fact that I’m sick. I already figured it out. I saw the test results earlier, and I did a bit
of research online. Dear… Ma. This is just cancer. You don’t have to worry
because I’ll be okay. I will fight on, I won’t lose
to this sickness. I can do this, Ma. – There we go.
– Be careful! Mind the IV drip! Sorry, guys, but I think I’ll make a really
cute guy with this short hair. That’s okay, Alot! I’m so tired of being
a heartthrob, anyway. Great confidence and all. So why do you get
dumped a lot, then? I only took after Papa! No, you didn’t, because
your mom said yes to me! Are you ready, dear? Yes, Ma. – Are you ready?
– It looks great! The haircut looks good on you! – Wow!
– It really does! – Let’s take a picture!
– Sure thing! Let’s take
lots of pictures, okay? – I look really cute!
– Let’s put that on her. It looks good, dear. I really like it. I was told that
chemotherapy will cost 100,000 pesos
per session. I’ll talk to my boss tomorrow. Maybe I can borrow money. Try to convince him, okay? We can’t postpone
Alot’s chemo session. I’m going
to the foundation office to submit
the necessary documents. We really need
all the help we can get. Mama’s on medication, too So that adds up. I’ll go ahead, so I can swap shifts with
Jed at the hospital. I’m off to work now, Ma. Gina. I just want you to know
that I pray every day for my granddaughter to
get better soon. Thank you. I’m sorry, but we’ve reached
our cutoff for the day. We can’t accept
any more applications. Please come back tomorrow. But I really
need to go in there. My daughter has cancer, and
I really need help. – I’m sorry, Ma’am.
– Sir.. – There’s nothing I can do.
– Sir, please. She’s waiting for me
at the hospital. Sir, please. I’m begging you. Just come back tomorrow. I’ve been waiting in line
since this morning, sir. I’m begging you, sir. Please give me a chance. I promise I won’t tell
anyone. Please, sir. If I let you in, I’ll have
to allow everyone else. – Come back tomorrow.
– Please.. Sir! Just relax, Alot. I can handle this. Ma, are you okay? What’s with the wig, Alot? Oh, this? My friends
gave this to me. Does it look good? Ma. What’s the problem? I’m okay. It’s just that
I didn’t make it in time at the foundation office. But I’ll come back tomorrow. Alot… It’s fine, Ma. Because I know God will
always take care of me! As long as I’m alive,
there’s always hope. That’s right! Well, in my case, as long as I have veins,
there’s always hope. I know you can do it,
Nurse Jenny! Sorry that my veins
are acting all shy today!