NETWORK WIN00 - Canadian Women's Health Network
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frustrated by her chemo-altered memory,<br />
with a supportive but equally<br />
burned-out husband. She quietly wonders<br />
what and how much to tell her<br />
kids. A single woman in her early thirties<br />
shares how she wants to date but<br />
feels terrified by the thought of revealing<br />
her disease and her missing breast.<br />
Epiphanies pop. Laughter ripples.<br />
Profanity pierces. Tears flow.<br />
Conversations focus on sex and sexuality.<br />
It is crystal clear to me that we are all<br />
part of a groundbreaking, think-and-feel<br />
tank, where both ideas and emotions are<br />
being intensely explored and will swell<br />
far beyond these walls and help thousands<br />
of people through a very challenging<br />
life experience.<br />
Collectively, these women have found<br />
new support and they are going to nurture<br />
that support into something much<br />
bigger than themselves. My balcony<br />
companion merrily chats away, telling<br />
me the details of her Gloria Estefan<br />
look-a-like prize. Suddenly her face lights<br />
up. “Were you the woman who had her<br />
panties blessed by the Dalai Lama?” she<br />
inquires. “Panties?? You mean candy,” I<br />
respond with a laugh. It seemed that<br />
Gloria’s half of the room had misunderstood<br />
the emcee’s excited description of<br />
my lucky butterscotch candy. Dozens of<br />
women left believing that I was carrying<br />
Dalai Lama-blessed panties in my purse!<br />
The DJ puts on “Celebration” and the<br />
song pulses from his sound system.<br />
Gloria and I join the throbbing mass of<br />
female energy on the dance floor. I am<br />
instantly smiling surrounded by all of<br />
this youthful, giddy energy. We were<br />
moving beyond pink ribbons awareness<br />
to bold, direct action. <br />
Sue Richards lives in Guelph and publishes<br />
the Breast of Canada calendar.<br />
Dr. Gabriele Helms<br />
was born on May 15th, 1966. She<br />
was 38 years old when she died on<br />
New Year’s Eve, 2004, three days<br />
after giving birth to her first child,<br />
Hana Gabriele Helms-Shore.<br />
Gabi was an Assistant Professor<br />
of English at the University of<br />
British Columbia. She was also on<br />
the Board of Directors for the<br />
<strong>Canadian</strong> Breast Cancer <strong>Network</strong>.<br />
I met her in October 2003, at<br />
the <strong>Canadian</strong> Breast Cancer<br />
<strong>Network</strong>’s Annual General<br />
Meeting in Ottawa where she<br />
announced the plans for a new national event boldly called “The<br />
Young and The Breastless: A <strong>Network</strong>ing Event for Young Women<br />
with Breast Cancer.” I reacted by writing a single word in my notebook,<br />
“BRILLIANT.” Then I introduced myself, showed her the Breast<br />
of Canada calendar and invited members of her support group to be<br />
models in my 2005 edition.<br />
Gabi didn’t miss a beat. Our cross-country photo shoot could not<br />
have gone more smoothly. Appropriately, on International Women’s<br />
Day 2004, photos of six young women, all living with breast cancer,<br />
arrived in my mailbox. The incredible strength and beauty of the<br />
women took my breath away. These brave role models were making<br />
young women with breast cancer more visible.<br />
I flew to Vancouver for “The Young and The Breastless” event last<br />
spring. After a warm reception, I watched and listened to Gabi as she<br />
spoke with confidence and tremendous grace, her vivacious energy<br />
setting the pace for this groundbreaking event. I remarked to “Dr.<br />
Helms” how I wished I was her student. Her compassion, courage and<br />
enthusiasm for life inspired me to no end. Leaders of such quality are<br />
in short supply in our world today.<br />
The conference ended on May 15th, Gabi’s birthday. I sang her well<br />
wishes with unrestrained gusto, as did the rest of the delegates. Tears<br />
streamed down my face, the kind of tears that come when my heart<br />
opens and I know that my soul is being touched by something rare<br />
and beautiful.<br />
She was a daughter, a sister, a wife, a lover, a friend, a mother and<br />
an activist—taken far too young by breast cancer.<br />
The family welcomes donations made in Gabi’s memory to the BC<br />
Cancer Agency, www.bccancer.bc.ca<br />
~ Sue Richards<br />
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