32 Pills a Day and Nodule in Throat: Kris Aquino, Even Though Weak, Tearfully Apologizes to the Public; Bimby, Literally Becomes a Mother’s “Work” on His 18th Birthday!

Heart and Strength: Kris Aquino, Even Though Weak, Is Ready to Sacrifice for Bimby’s 18th Birthday

Bimby Aquino Yap ‘s 18th birthday celebration was an emotional and inspiring one, not only because of the celebrity son’s age , but also because of the tremendous effort put forth by his mother, Kris Aquino . Despite her extreme frailty, Kris bravely faced off in an interview with her son and Ogie Diaz, where she revealed details of her ongoing battle with the disease, her greatest fear, and Bimby’s heartbreaking birthday wish.

The 18-Year-Old’s Wish: Not for Himself, But for Mom

Coming of age is usually a time of celebration and anticipation for oneself. But Bimby, who is now 18 years old, showed the intensity of his love for his mother. When asked about his birthday wish , he could not say it directly due to a superstition . But he strongly implied that his wish was for his mother: “Mama, mama talaga. That’s why I can’t say it… So I’m sure your wish is for your mama to grow stronger . ”

Bimby showed his care not only with words. On his birthday, his mother gave him two important pieces of advice: “Don’t go to clubs… And please stay my baby forever” . In response, Bimby lovingly said: “of course I’ll still be her baby. Even though I’m 50 years old, I’ll still be her baby” .

The Daily Battle: 32 Pills and the Tilted Medicine

Kris Aquino shares her daily struggles with her autoimmune disease . Her regimen demands extreme sacrifice, including taking 32 pills a day [01:34]. These 32 pills consist of maintenance , supplements , and vitamins , of which she takes more each day, and some she even has to take on an empty stomach .

To combat his allergies and illnesses, he takes 200mg of injectable Dihydramine [01:03], which he needs when his skin becomes red and develops into a so-called malar rash [01:41, 01:41]. Due to his condition, he strictly avoids direct sun exposure .

The most emotional part was Kris’s account of being Bimby’s caregiver . Due to a medication she was taking, she would become tilted or lose her balance while walking, especially when she was tired. In these situations, Bimby would literally carry her. This story showed the intensity of Bimby’s love, which became her mother’s strength and support system .

The Greatest Fear: Losing Your Voice

Despite her severe physical pain, Kris’s biggest concern is her throat nodule . This condition causes her a lot of pain, and she admits that “after 30 minutes, my voice is gone.” She also has difficulty swallowing food because of the lumps in her throat.

In front of the public, Kris made a tearful plea , not for medicine or money, but for a specific prayer:

“Can you please pray for a cure because it prevents me from being mobile. I have difficulty walking… I’m afraid to have [the nodule] removed because I might turn into Julie Andrews… But without my voice, I wouldn’t be Kris … At least that’s still Kris’ mark ”

Losing his distinct voice is his biggest fear, because it is his trademark and first love — hosting .

Kris also shared that she will undergo another PET scan and other tests because her autoimmune conditions have worsened in just six months. Her doctors believe that air quality is one of the reasons for this.

Mother’s Dream: Bimby, Become “Mayor”

Despite his struggles, Kris still has big dreams for Bimby. She is proud that her son is “very smart, still a straight ace, and hardworking . ”

Her dream is for Bimby to study abroad (like Harvard or NYU). But Kris revealed Bimby’s own ambition — to enter politics and become a Mayor .

Kris believes in Bimby’s ability to help people, because:

Bimby is very honest and “not really a thief at all”.
He is good at budgeting.
He knows the cost of caring for the sick, so he is sure that he will not skimp on the budget for it.

The Current Situation: “Peaceful” Love Life

Regarding her love life , Kris gave a simple update . According to Bimby, her mother’s love life is “Peaceful now” and she is happy being single .

“Just peaceful,” said Bimby, who said he prefers where “mama is happy, sure why not .”

In the end, Kris thanked everyone who prayed, especially the supporters she sees all over the world. But she begged more that everyone would listen to her plea for her throat, so that she could return to her first love —hosting . This is proof that even in the most painful of situations, Kris Aquino continues to believe that prayer is the only answer to her recovery and becoming whole again.

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