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Just like that, things can change. I got the call from a friend yesterday morning. “I have cancer” said my mentor and friend, “And I need your help.”
On Wednesday I had learned that my Chaplain’s classes were moved from October to January and I was planning a trip back East and camping for the fall. I had signed up to be a delegate at a convention in mid-October. But with those words “I need your help” I didn't think twice about moving things around.
In October 1998, while I was in Boston, and again in 2001 here in California, I needed to make similar calls when I was diagnosed with Lymphoma, and when the lymphoma relapsed 3 years later requiring a bone marrow transplant. I had to ask a lot of people for help then. In 2001, I’d been in California less than 2 years, and the relationship I’d moved here for had ended. I was on my own. I called my family, the nearest of whom lived 1500 miles away, and the furthest 4500 miles away in the UK. I also called a friend in Boston who dropped everything and came to be my caregiver through the worst part of the Bone Marrow Transplant process. Before I was through, my family and my best friends had all come to California to help me move and spend time with me when I got out of the hospital.
10 years later I’m healthy. But three times since, I've gotten the call: “I have cancer, and I need your help”. And without thinking I knew what I needed to do each time. I would move my schedule around and see how I could help.
The events of 9/11 happened towards the end of my recuperation from the transplant. I was not yet back to work, having left Stanford for a new apartment in Davis only 5 days before. So many people lost there lives that day, two of whom I had worked with. A third survived escaping from the WTC down a flight of stairs. He’s never been able to work again and is on disability.
During my recuperation, and especially after 9/11 I realized that my survival from Stage IV cancer was a gift, and I wanted to use the time I’d been given helping others.
10 years later, this call comes just as we are getting ready for the 10-year anniversary of our nation’s tragedy on 9/11. I know I have to help, and get others also to help.
On the anniversary of these awful events, I think best memorial we can give for those we lost that day, is look around us for those who need our help. Then hold out our hands and lift them up.
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Last Saturday, I stood before several hundred people at Stanford University to speak about my experience as a 10-year survivor of a Bone Marrow / Stem Cell Transplant I received there. Almost 100 BMT caregivers were there, 300 other survivors and many families. About 10 of us gave short remarks all of which were received well by the audience, some with standing applause.
I was going to put the text of my speech in this space, but two events changed my mind.
First I was informed that yet another member of my church is dying of a late-diagnosed aggressive cancer that makes two this spring.
Reading my email further, I found out that a friend, in remission for 5 years had her cancer screening last week and received the dreaded “It may be nothing, but…” message from her Doctor. She goes in for another scan and more tests tomorrow. Suffice to say she is frightened beyond words.
So, I cannot rest on the laurels of my recovery and those others at Stanford – yet. We’ve won our battle but the war against this disease, which now affects 1 out of 3 Americans, is not over. With prayers and good thoughts for my friend and for the other man and his family, I need to go back – into the breach.
I pray for comfort for the one man and his family, and healing of fear and for a good report for my friend tomorrow. As I visit patients as a Chaplain this month, I will do the same.
We are getting closer to a cure with more effective treatments and higher survival rates. The war against cancer is one we will win, indeed we must win. We have no other choice!
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I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh, what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn, —
O it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
Ah then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?
O father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, —
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
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Thanks to Chaplain Art and to all my friends who said a prayer the other day! BEN
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BEN
I lost people I knew in New York on 9/11/01. Another friend is permanently scarred from escaping the Twin Towers that day, I am sure that few reading this did not know someone personally affected. This battle is not over, not by any means. But this is a win for the sake of those we lost on September 11. We need to take this moment. Bin Laden has met justice. I am not sorry at all this has happened.
So tonight we cheer for a bit. We honor the memories of those we lost. But tomorrow, we must return to pray for and work towards peace in this world.
I cannot say how touched I am today to see how our local men and women in uniform take care of each other. A sewrviceman at a nearby base was critically injured last night and life-flighted here. Right now it is touch and go. The family lives far away.
I went to the ICU expecting a very difficult afternoon. However, as soon as I got off the elevator, I saw that most of the people in the large waiting area were in uniform. A man came up to me and introduced himself as the base's Colonel, Another was a Commander and there were a Lieutenant and some Sergeants as well.
The enlisted men and woman were shell-shocked but the officers took over. They made sure the family was transported 3000 miles to Sacramento. A hotel was arranged. The injured man's Pastor was brought up from the Bay area. The enlisted's were each assigned to an officer to talk quietly and to process what had happened to their friend.
As the Hospital Chaplain, I was there along with the local Pastor of this man's denomination. There was little for us to do, othetr than just be there, as a spiritual presence and pray with those in the waiting room. And of course to stand in awe at the caring and love we saw around us.
At midnight, the first family members were whisked in from the airport in an Air Force van. They were escorted by an officer in dress blues. Over at the hotel, their luggage was being unloaded and food were being laid out in the both the ICU waiting room and at the hotel..
I think I am blessed to have three siblings and a strong family. But because of his service this young man has 50 siblings, sitting with him, taking care of his family and friends and forming a circle of love, support and prayer.
I am not sure about the wars we fight today, but I have no doubt that our men and women in uniform have our backs and have each others' backs as well. "Leave no man behind". I saw this embodied tonight in a way I've never seen it before.
It's still touch and go for this young Airman. But the support I saw tonight will as much as anything else help lift he and his family through the next few days.
We are blessed to have our men and women in uniform. We owe them nothing less than our gratitude and respect.
My Yahoo email got hacked today. A mail server at a [place I volunteered got hit, then my yahoo account (the only place which does not use strong passwords or kerboros ) got compromised too.
I've changed my password and tightened account security on my \Yahoo account. I will also be deleting most names in the yahoo address book. I have other ways (like Posterous) to reach people in a hurry.
If you need to talk to me about this, please contact me at drben54@gmail.com.
Thanks and sorry,
BEN
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Care is something other than cure. Cure means "change." A doctor, a lawyer, a minister, a social worker-they all want to use their professional skills to bring about changes in people's lives. They get paid for whatever kind of cure they can bring about. But cure, desirable as it may be, can easily become violent, manipulative, and even destructive if it does not grow out of care. Care is being with, crying out with, suffering with, feeling with. Care is compassion. It is claiming the truth that the other person is my brother or sister, human, mortal, vulnerable, like I am.
When care is our first concern, cure can be received as a gift. Often we are not able to cure, but we are always able to care. To care is to be human.
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These reflections are taken from Henri J.M. Nouwen's Bread for the Journey.
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In High School, at the urging of Mr. Marshall, a conservative teacher, I bought a few issues of William F. Buckley's NATIONAL REVIEW. Immediately I was taken by some of "the other side's" thoughtful iterations of their beliefs. Stupid people did not get published in the REVIEW. (neither did many Liberals <g>.) Still, I remained a fan of Mr.s Buckley's until his death last year, despite remaining a Liberal. The "other side" (both "other sides") are being de-humanized in the current debate in the wake of this tragedy. Sound bites and statements out of context do not paint an accurate picture. We need to listen to what people have to say. To all of what they have to say. And then, make up our own minds.