SARAH, breast cancer patient
I reached out to MBCA in my darkest hour, and you Angels of Mercy literary saved me and/or my son's life! I can never thank you enough. First, Laura, your warm personal email boosted my spirits and gave me hope. Then, MBCA check proved that I am truly not alone. Thank God for leading me to your web site.
I have been struggling with sickness and financially for over five years, and that dark cloud over my head was getting progressively darker until MBCA stepped in and stopped me from giving up. I need/appreciate your help for however long you are able to accommodate me. And one day, when I am hopefully back on my feet and again a productive citizen, I'll know what organization to wholeheartedly support/contribute to, knowing for a certainty that you all are providing a tremendous service to desperate, hurting people like myself.
Thanks again, and may God bless all of you all's efforts.
Regards,
Sarah
MARRY, breast cancer patient
Sarah
MARRY, breast cancer patient
Hi! I am rather shocked because yesterday in the mail I received two checks from your organization which I can not find words to express my gratitude. I thought though that this month I has to re-apply or was this just a Christmas angel looking out for my daughter and I?
What ever it maybe , I deeply thank you. I pray to God every night that there could be more people like you and the others in your organization. If come January you do need me to fill out the application, please to not hesitate to forward onto me.
I hope you and your family has a wonderful blessed Holiday season.
Warmest regards,
Marry.
LIYANA, five year survivor
Warmest regards,
Marry.
LIYANA, five year survivor
Five years ago on May 11, 2006 I had surgery to remove the breast cancer. I decided to take the extreme route which was to totally remove both breast. All I knew is that I did not want to see it again. Get it out of me.....NOW, is how I felt. They found out that the cancer did not spread to my lymph nodes which was really good news.
Shortly after that, in June 2007, I began my first of what was to be four chemotherapy treatments. Those were tough. The first one wasn't so bad and I remember thinking, well if this is it then this won't be so bad. Oh I was in for a rude awakening!
Then after the 2nd treatment my hair began to fall out so I took matters into my own hands and went and had my head shaved. That was dramatic. We women love our hair and to loose it let alone choose to shave it off, well that was not easy. I can't tell you how many times prior to that, I had stood in the mirror on a bad hair morning and said these very same words..."Oh if I could only shave this stuff and start over!!!" Well I got my chance didn't I?
After the 3rd treatment is when I began to feel very bad. My white blood count went way down and I ran fevers and just ached from head to toe. The area where they placed my port became infected. I was feeling just awful. Along with feeling just lousy I also was really struggling to keep my emotional strength from falling apart. I remember one evening I went to take a shower. Before stepping into the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What I saw just about brought me to my knees. Staring back at me was this person with no hair on it's head. I mean no eyebrows and it's skin was pasty. There were two huge scares on it's chest where breast use to be. On each side of it's rib cage were two holes where the drains use to be. Yes I use the word, "it", because to this day it is hard for me to believe that that was me. I just stood there and cried. That was one of the only times I really let myself cry? The next day I changed my routine and took a shower in the morning, instead of at night when I wasn't so tired from dealing with all the stuff that I was dealing with. Just that changed helped out a lot.
It took all the strength I had in me to go to my last treatment. I dreaded it so bad...but when the treatment was complete the nurses had a little graduation party for me and off I went.
About a week after my last treatment I was placed in the hospital because I development a very bad infection from the port and had to have it removed. That was how I spent my 45th birthday.I had several reconstruction surgeries. Completed them without much problems. My hair grew back slowly. I thought it took forever to grow back in. Now it's half way down my back. I decided to let it grow as long as I could even though some might think I'm too old for long hair. They just don't understand what it is like to have no hair and then how long it takes to grow back in.
God has been good to me and has carried me through the illness and now here I sit. Four years later, I'm alive and healthy. I could not have gotten through it without His guidance and love. Also my husband and family were so supportive. And my friends were so good to me. I even had a friend fly all the way to come and visit with me while I was recovering. All the girls I worked with were kind and supportive. I no longer work there but I still am friends with most of the girls that worked there with me at that time.
I have no idea why this happened to me. I can only hope and pray that if someone reads this that in some way it helps them in two ways. First to remember that God will never leave you to deal with this alone. He is carrying you right now. Second, don't you ever give up hope and don't you ever stop fighting. It is my desire to help other women who are going
through breast cancer find hope. And to drive home the desire to never ever give up. Don't stop fighting.
Now Birthdays are something I look forward to every year.
AZNIRA,Breast Cancer Patient, stage 4 Inflammatory Breast
I was desparate for financial assistance in purchasing essential equipment for my chronic stage 2 lymphedema. I searched locally and nationally for help for months with no success. I was depressed, discouraged and exhausted. I made one call late on a Friday to the Malaysia Breast Cancer Associat. A extremely nice woman answered, I told her I needed financial help in paying off a balance for a badly needed piece of equipment. The manufacturer had donated the machine (The Flexitouch lymphedema pump), but I had to pay for the personal attachments that wrap the leg, chest and left arm. This cost was almost RM5,000 which I did not have. I obtained aid from the Malaysia Breast Cancer Association. When I explained my situation, this wonderful lady went to Executive Director, she approved aid to fulfill the balance of my purchase. Four weeks later I received my machine delivered to my door. I know for a fact that the generosity in providing assistance for this machine helped keep me out of the hospital. I've heard people in my situation have stayed up to 3 and 4 months in the hospital getting their lymphedema under control. Malaysia Breast Cancer Association saved me from incredible long term pain, suffering and the huge expense of a prolonged hospital stay.
I cannot thank the Malaysia Breast Cancer Association enough. I have lost everything I've ever worked for in 45 years of work history. I've lost all savings, 401-k, I've even used an advanced death benefit from my life insurance company. I'm not even sure if I have enough for a funeral or cremation. The people at the Malaysia Breast Cancer Associatio cannot possibly know just how much I appreciate all that thet have done for me. I am single and live alone. I live on disability and my account is overdrawn all the time from unexpected expenses. I live in a constant state of fear of not having enough money to live on month to month. Mr. Reynolds and the other people at Malaysia Breast Cancer Association, in my opinion, are heros. I thank God for these people and keep them in my prayers that their lives be blessed.
MARIA, stage four breast cancer still in treatment
Malaysia Breast Cancer Association came into my life at a time when life was very dark for me and my son. In life, I never knew that it was possible to have the kind of kindness shown to me by perfect strangers. They have made it possible for me and my son to sustain a roof over our heads and have some food to eat after coming out of a shelter. I will be forever grateful to the staff at this facility. May the Lord continue to bless them. If I should ever be blessed with wealth this society will be the first organization that I would make a substancial donation too, that they may continue to help others as they have done for me. Thank you once again and may God bless you always.
Shortly after that, in June 2007, I began my first of what was to be four chemotherapy treatments. Those were tough. The first one wasn't so bad and I remember thinking, well if this is it then this won't be so bad. Oh I was in for a rude awakening!
Then after the 2nd treatment my hair began to fall out so I took matters into my own hands and went and had my head shaved. That was dramatic. We women love our hair and to loose it let alone choose to shave it off, well that was not easy. I can't tell you how many times prior to that, I had stood in the mirror on a bad hair morning and said these very same words..."Oh if I could only shave this stuff and start over!!!" Well I got my chance didn't I?
After the 3rd treatment is when I began to feel very bad. My white blood count went way down and I ran fevers and just ached from head to toe. The area where they placed my port became infected. I was feeling just awful. Along with feeling just lousy I also was really struggling to keep my emotional strength from falling apart. I remember one evening I went to take a shower. Before stepping into the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What I saw just about brought me to my knees. Staring back at me was this person with no hair on it's head. I mean no eyebrows and it's skin was pasty. There were two huge scares on it's chest where breast use to be. On each side of it's rib cage were two holes where the drains use to be. Yes I use the word, "it", because to this day it is hard for me to believe that that was me. I just stood there and cried. That was one of the only times I really let myself cry? The next day I changed my routine and took a shower in the morning, instead of at night when I wasn't so tired from dealing with all the stuff that I was dealing with. Just that changed helped out a lot.
It took all the strength I had in me to go to my last treatment. I dreaded it so bad...but when the treatment was complete the nurses had a little graduation party for me and off I went.
About a week after my last treatment I was placed in the hospital because I development a very bad infection from the port and had to have it removed. That was how I spent my 45th birthday.I had several reconstruction surgeries. Completed them without much problems. My hair grew back slowly. I thought it took forever to grow back in. Now it's half way down my back. I decided to let it grow as long as I could even though some might think I'm too old for long hair. They just don't understand what it is like to have no hair and then how long it takes to grow back in.
God has been good to me and has carried me through the illness and now here I sit. Four years later, I'm alive and healthy. I could not have gotten through it without His guidance and love. Also my husband and family were so supportive. And my friends were so good to me. I even had a friend fly all the way to come and visit with me while I was recovering. All the girls I worked with were kind and supportive. I no longer work there but I still am friends with most of the girls that worked there with me at that time.
I have no idea why this happened to me. I can only hope and pray that if someone reads this that in some way it helps them in two ways. First to remember that God will never leave you to deal with this alone. He is carrying you right now. Second, don't you ever give up hope and don't you ever stop fighting. It is my desire to help other women who are going
through breast cancer find hope. And to drive home the desire to never ever give up. Don't stop fighting.
Now Birthdays are something I look forward to every year.
AZNIRA,Breast Cancer Patient, stage 4 Inflammatory Breast
I was desparate for financial assistance in purchasing essential equipment for my chronic stage 2 lymphedema. I searched locally and nationally for help for months with no success. I was depressed, discouraged and exhausted. I made one call late on a Friday to the Malaysia Breast Cancer Associat. A extremely nice woman answered, I told her I needed financial help in paying off a balance for a badly needed piece of equipment. The manufacturer had donated the machine (The Flexitouch lymphedema pump), but I had to pay for the personal attachments that wrap the leg, chest and left arm. This cost was almost RM5,000 which I did not have. I obtained aid from the Malaysia Breast Cancer Association. When I explained my situation, this wonderful lady went to Executive Director, she approved aid to fulfill the balance of my purchase. Four weeks later I received my machine delivered to my door. I know for a fact that the generosity in providing assistance for this machine helped keep me out of the hospital. I've heard people in my situation have stayed up to 3 and 4 months in the hospital getting their lymphedema under control. Malaysia Breast Cancer Association saved me from incredible long term pain, suffering and the huge expense of a prolonged hospital stay.
I cannot thank the Malaysia Breast Cancer Association enough. I have lost everything I've ever worked for in 45 years of work history. I've lost all savings, 401-k, I've even used an advanced death benefit from my life insurance company. I'm not even sure if I have enough for a funeral or cremation. The people at the Malaysia Breast Cancer Associatio cannot possibly know just how much I appreciate all that thet have done for me. I am single and live alone. I live on disability and my account is overdrawn all the time from unexpected expenses. I live in a constant state of fear of not having enough money to live on month to month. Mr. Reynolds and the other people at Malaysia Breast Cancer Association, in my opinion, are heros. I thank God for these people and keep them in my prayers that their lives be blessed.
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