Relay For Life
PLEASE NOTE: You can host THEIR traveling potty for a donation to our team. Contact Lesslie Williams 613-253-1357.Relay for Life in Mississippi Mills will be June 5, 2015. Always looking for new teams, participants, volunteers and survivors.
After a loved one died I wrote a book called “Cancer Calls Collect.” It was the filth time I “tried to save” someone from cancer. Unfortunately my personal statistics are 0-0. But, I felt writing the book might help others that were caretakers or involved with someone who had cancer. No one knows what you go through, and most times it is a helpless feeling. You always feel like you are standing by yourself on an island out to sea.
Part 21—February 8, 2014 — “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep”
As I watched him search for eternal sleep, his life seemed to be passing him by as he whispered names from time to time. I have seen death many times, but I cannot imagine what it is like to experience it. My late sister needed permission to die during her last hours and I was chosen to give her the peace she needed. Why do we need permission if the end is near? Our mortality is finite, but the experience of passing is so different for each individual.
Does cancer carry any dignity at all?
We are all born and we will all die – no getting out of the fact. Our culture’s dread of mortality keeps us from experiencing all that life has to offer by making us terrified of confronting the final nature of our existence. Everyone does it differently, even from death to death, and we can never really know how we’ll deal with it until we’re confronted.
In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused. Answers were given quickly, but he wondered if they were the correct ones, or were they just covering up what they didn’t know? They can tell you anything, but in the end– result of impending death is always the same.
Dying is such a private and very lonely process. The stages of emotions that I have witnessed my loved ones experience from the time that they receive the horrible news, up to the time of their last expiring breath, never gets easier for me to witness.
As far as those dying from cancer, the mortality rate of cancer has been on the rise for many years from 79 deaths per 100,000 in 1914, to over 350 deaths per 100,000 recently. It is a horrible disease and the toll it takes on not just the individual, but all their loved ones is incredibly hard. To this day the FDA has yet to license a cancer remedy on the basis of improved quality of life; so we continue to share this disease with courage, dignity, and above all, love.
Be at peace my love.
Linda Seccaspina Cancer Calls Collect