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THE MAGNITUDE OF A THING CALLED CANCER


It isn't every day that you wake up with emptiness in your heart, and the gut wrenching feeling of losing someone very dear. For the most part, we carry out our usual routine, not giving the word "Cancer" much thought. We know something is clearly wrong because "so many continue to be affected by it". We're saddened and may even donate to the cause, but it doesn't really become our reality until perhaps one day, it hits very close to home. That is where we truly realize the magnitude of Cancer.

What is this Cancer I am referring to? I'm pretty sure you already know, but to me, it is a debilitating disease of the mind and body. Its aim is to break you down both physically and mentally and even test us spiritually if we allow it to. It affects not one, but many, including loved ones. Still, at the end of the day, to reiterate the words of Kim-Simplis Barrow, “Cancer is only a word. Take the challenge, don’t let that fear control you, you control that fear”.

In 2008, it hit very close to home when my aunt, Verna Gardiner-Ewing, was diagnosed with stage 4 Lung Cancer. I was in for a major awakening. I cannot begin to explain the impact this diagnosis had on me, my entire family and friends and even other cancer victims. It was in that moment that I realized the magnitude of this dreadful thing. It hurt so much to see my aunt, 42 years old, seemingly healthy, battle the disease. It changed my way of thinking and my appreciation for life. Even now, 2 years after her death, her strength continues to inspire me, as well as the strength of all those who relentlessly fight against cancer.

As we go about our daily lives we are surrounded by so many contributing factors. The things we once thought to be normal and healthy are now in question. Our very existence depends on how much we understand about this disease, as well as other diseases, and what we will do to prevent them from striking again. This is why awareness is so important, and supporting the cause, now, more than ever is imperative.

My aunt battled with late stage lung cancer for 2 years, defying the doctor’s next day death sentence time and time again. During this time, I wrote a song in prayer entitled “Be Her Breath”. It was written for her, and all those who battle with cancer or any terminally ill diseases. I was inspired, yet again, by our First Lady, Kim Simplis-Barrow’s determination to share her journey with the world and decided that it was time to do a music video. The purpose of the video is to echo the importance of advocacy and to create more awareness for cancer. I also hope to raise funds which will be donated to the Cancer Society (through the already established Verna Gardiner-Ewing fund), as well as, individual cancer victims that require immediate medical funds. The “Be Her Breath” blog is for this very purpose.

I invite you to visit beherbreath.blogspot.com to view the “Be Her Breath” video and share your personal journeys, experiences, cures, and stories of hope that will generate knowledge and awareness about “The Magnitude of a thing called Cancer”. The song is also on the blogspot to download for free of charge, and there is an option to pledge a donation whether large or small. A hundred DVD copies of the music video will be donated directly to the Belize Cancer Center Dangriga and the Belize Cancer Society for their use in raising awareness and generating funds.

Special thanks to my entire family, Mrs. Kim Simplis-Barrow, Mr. Burns, Jerome Florez, Belize Cancer Center Dangriga, The Belize Cancer Society and The Karl Heusner Memorial Hospital for being a part of this effort. I would also like to give a big thank you to Michael Vasquez (Aalawi Productions), Skip Weaver (Belize Film Works), and Jahmai Trapp (Ignite Communications) for having such a big heart and supporting me in this cause.

“I close my eyes and visualize you, the way you used to be, before this came to be, and I ask the Lord to empower you. Lord I ask this in your name. I know you’ll take away the pain, and be her breath.”

10 comments:

  1. I was ten years old when I knew my dad had stomach cancer. Although my dad was an older person than most dads he was always full of life and very spirited. He had become so weak and suddenly so old. He had made the decision to just let go and not try to cure it. There was so much pain. He eventually moved out and lived with a relative who was a nurse who could take care of him in his last days. All my mom could do was watch as he planned his funeral down to the last detail....from the casket to the program. He knew he was going to die. As a little girl we heard a little about cancer in school and always felt it was a painless disease you just died from. I never imagined he would be hunched over in pain and bed ridden. My dad, my superhero had no more super powers left. Eventually he moved on to the other side of heaven on February 26th 1993. The doctors told us he would die that day. I cried but didn't believe it would happen cause they had given a date and he lived passed it. This time, they were right!
    I knew he was in a better place, a happier place, a pain free place but couldn't understand why the doctors couldn't fix it. I lived with that question for years before I really understood what cancer was. I just wouldn't wish that on anyone-to see someone you love in so much pain and then to eventually die. So while my color may be periwinkle blue and I would have to be HIS breath, I am for the awareness of cancer in all it's heart breaking forms

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    1. Hey Rhondeen, aww...I read your testimonial and you had me tearing up. After all the years I've known you, I would have never known you had this experience and lost your dad to cancer. My deepest condolences as I know this must still be very difficult to deal with, although time does help to heal a little. Thanks so so much for sharing your testimonial. It really means a lot.

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  2. A phone call back in September 2008 changed my life completely. By the afternoon, I had resigned from teaching high school in Belize City and went to care for my ailing sister abroad. Metastic Breast Cancer (MBC) stole my sister from her spouse, 4 children, parents and her siblings. My sister, Andrea Morey Tofade fought valiantly for 18 months.
    During that time she used her experience to educate other women especially her siblings. Some victims tend to hide their illness but my sister openly discussed it. I can recall her describing how she felt, why I must be tested every year and how important it was to educate women that I interact with. Her death devastated my mother so much that she was never the same and created an awakening for my sisters and I to fight this beast thru public outreach. We use our Facebook page to educate.
    Telling others about my sister is not easy but it keeps her wish of infroming others going. We might not be able to prevent breast cancer but we can choose to fight it by living a healthier lifestyle. Exercise daily, eating more colorful foods, getting regular check-ups now become routinistic as opposed to once in a while.
    This month I am wearing as much PINK as I could muster from my closet. I am offically a PINKstar! We love and miss Andrea Morey Tofade (April 1, 1968-Jan. 10, 2010). Its not easy losing a love one. We are chosing to fight MBC through awareness and support!

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    1. My deepest condolences Maureen. I know exactly how it feels to lose someone you truly love to this dreadful disease. Thanks so much for sharing your story with us, and for continuing to be your sisters voice...she would be so proud of you all.

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  3. My entire world changed on October 14th, 2013. Me and my family had travelled to Belize to spend the weekend with my in-laws. It was when I returned home that the following events on that Monday morning shattered my world. I walked into the house; expecting to be greeted by my mom who always rushed to give a hug to her excited grandkids, however this time I found my mom and my sister with tears in their eyes. My mom was reluctant at first to say what was ailing her but then she spat it out and disclosed to me that she suspected she had Breast Cancer. She stated she had known for weeks but did not want to worry us. In all that frenzy she was still thinking about her kids. Unfortunately the doctor confirmed our suspicions. Breast cancer lymph nodes were present in her left breast and now we are only waiting to start to the treatment. I never in my wildest dreams expected cancer to hit so close to home. My only hope is that she will survive this battle.

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  4. I'm so sorry to hear that Melanie. To hear a doctor confirm a diagnosis of cancer is one of the most nerve racking things to hear. Your mother sounds like a lovely woman and with the support of the family she will get through it. I pray that she begins her treatment very soon so that she can be on her path to recovery. When you have some time I recommend that you watch "The Beautiful Truth" on youtube. Blessings

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  5. My run in with cancer has been short but impacting. I met my grandmother for the first time last year March. The doctors already gave up on her and said she only had two weeks to live which was diagnosed in December before reaching Belize. The cancer had affected her lungs, legs and brain causing her to develop a tumour in the brain. She couldn't walk and my family and I had to help take care of her and assist her in daily activities. She lived for about 5 weeks after coming to Belize and survived over three months when the doctors gave up on her. She was a fighter to the end even to the time of her passing where I watched her transitioning to the afterlife and I held her hand until it was finished. Cancer is just the start to many complication it can cause in a person... we should take every case as serious and not wait until it reach our door steps.

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    1. Aww...so touching Kyo...Your grandmother was blessed to have spent her last days being cared for by you and your family and I'm sure that you all were blessed with her too. My deepest condolences. Thanks so much for sharing

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  6. I already gave my testimonial on this page but after yesterday and trying to be happy when it was so hard....my Dad would have been 90 yesterday and the older I get it seems the harder it is to let go...RIP Randolph Archibald Agustus Pitts

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    1. We never fully get over the loss of our loved ones Rhondeen. He will always be with you in your heart and soul.

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