THATS OUR LIFE

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Cancer Update

No plastic containers in microwave.

No water bottles in freezer.

No plastic wrap in microwave.

A dioxin chemical causes cancer, especially breast cancer.

Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your plastic
Bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic.

Recently, Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at CastleHospital ,
Was on a TV program to explain this health hazard.
He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us.

He said that we should not be heating our food in the
Microwave using plastic containers...

This especially applies to foods that contain fat.

He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin
Into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body...

Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex or ceramic
Containers for heating food.... You get the same results, only without the dioxin.
So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc.,
Should be removed from the container and heated in something else.
Paper isn't bad but you don't know what is in the paper.
It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc.
He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away
From the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons....

Also, he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous when
Placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high
Heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food.
Cover food with a paper towel instead.
This is an article that should be sent

To anyone important in

Your life!
Bottled water in your car is

very dangerous.

This is how Sheryl Crow got breast cancer. She was on the Ellen show and said this same exact thing. This has been identified as the most common cause of the high levels in breast cancer, especially in Australia .

A friend whose mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and the Doctor told her: women should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car.

The doctor said that the heat and the plastic of the bottle have certain chemicals that can lead to breast cancer. So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has been left in a car, and, pass this on to all the women in your life. This information is the kind we need to know and be aware and just might save us! The heat causes toxins from the plastic to leak into the water and they have found these toxins in breast tissue. Use a stainless steel Canteen or a glass bottle when you can!

Female Heart Attacks Different from Males

I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read.

Women and heart attacks (Myocardial infarction). Did you know that women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have when experiencing heart attack ..

you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in the movies. Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.

'I had a heart attack at about 10 :30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment t later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation--- the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE&n (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when ministering CPR).

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening -- we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else ... but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics .... I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications? ') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into m y heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

'I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St. Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stints.

'Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.'

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body not the usual men's symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up ... which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before..

It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!

2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.' And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road.

Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road.

Do NOT call your doctor -- he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.

3. Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

Abortion ~ (Nice Story)

A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said:
"Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 yr. old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together."
So the doctor said: 'Ok, and what do you want me to do?'

She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.'
The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: "I think, I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.'

She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request.
Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care of 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is.

There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.
The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child!
'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be ok with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.

The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point. He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same!

HURTS NEVER LEAVE YOU WHERE THEY FIND YOU!

Excerpt from "TURNING HURTS INTO HALOS & SCARS INTO STARS" by Robery H. Schuller (Thomas Nelson Publishers)

YES,
YOU'RE ON A TRIP CALLED LIFE. Did you choose this tour? "Of course
not!" you answer. That answer is both right & wrong.

- You chose to drive; you didn't choose to have that acident.
- You chose to marry for love; you did not choose to be betrayed.
- Your spouse died. (This trip you're on--grief--you didn't choose it! Or did you?)

Wait
a minute. This hurt you're experiencing is the cost you pay for the
hapiness you chose. Life is a toll road. Everything that's nice has its
price.

"My hearing is going. It's hard to grow old," one man said
to me with a negative overtone. I admonished him (I think gently but
honestly) with this short sermon: "Growing old is the price we pay for
not dying young."

Now you're on an adventure. A pilgrimage. A trip
and a tour through a land where you've never traveled before. Some
decision you made somewhere, sometime, put you on this path, and you
are now surprised at the toll gate. You chose the path, not knowing the
price.

Warning! Don't make the impertinent, unintelligent, and cynical assumption that the price is too high.

The well-known saying "It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all" is all too true.

Yes,
the price you have to pay might sem high. But recall all the pleasures,
satisfactions, and benefits, and you'll have a rebirth of positive
possibility thinking. Your heart will move from pain to praise. Pay the
toll and thank God for the trip you've had!

B's Savior

It's very heart-warming to know how our children see God. Though still young, we marvel at how much they understand God, how they grasp His love for man.

As we teach them about God, never lose sight of the inspiration that their innocence provides and the love that their little hearts give.

B's Savior
by Nette Andres

Yesterday evening after tea, as the winter sun reluctantly said goodnight, B (Nette's toddler) read out The Toddlers Bible Easter Book (by V. Gilbert Beers) to me and E as we all snuggled in his cozy bedroom.

As he read and pointed out the pictures, I was amazed and thankful at how much he already knew about what Jesus went through during Holy Week:

B: Look, Nanay. That's Jesus riding a donkey on Palm Sunday! When do we get to wave palms at Jesus, too?

Me: Why, this coming Sunday in Church! Isn't that exciting? But we just get little-bitty cross-shaped palms over here, not like the nice swishy ones we had in the Philippines.

B: When we go to visit the Philippines, can we have a swishy palm to wave to Jesus?

Me: Of course, B! Each of us will have a swishy palm on Palm Sunday! You know when I miss home the most? It's during Holy Week... Someday, we will be able to have Holy Week in the Philippines again.

B: Okay... (then moving on to the next story) Jesus had a special supper with His friends here... Nanay, Jesus says here, "Remember Me, Remember how I will die for you.." (Then he paused, thinking.) Is He talking to them or to us?

Me: To us, B, to all of us. He wants us to remember Him, and that's what we do when we go to Communion in church, when you cross your arms over your chest and stand in the queue, even if the priest isn't allowed to give you the host yet.

B: And Jesus is IN the bread, right, Nanay. And someday I will also get to eat Jesus Bread, too!

Me: That's right, B, next year you'll be eating Jesus Bread, too.

Then B read us several more stories, until we finally got to the part where Jesus dies on the Cross... This was a tricky part, a part he almost always skipped because the images and descriptions of Jesus dying and suffering on the Cross made him feel sad and upset... He always avoided looking at the nails or talking about Jesus' wounds... So this time, I watched him closely, curious about whether he would skip or read on.

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Greatest 5
God Recites Psalm 139
Not Only for UP Students
What Do You Want
Believing and Achieving Greatness
A Music Degree
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To my surprise, B read on.

B: See here, Nanay. Jesus is wearing a crown of thorns, it's not a real crown, and it's painful... It says here, "Jesus wants to help us live with God in heaven. When we sin, we can't go there. But Jesus died to take away our sin. He wants to be our Saviour. He will if we ask. Will you ask Him?"

At this point, B stopped and appeared to be considering the question. And I suddenly felt the Spirit gently nudging me to give my son a gentle nudge, as well. So I did.

Me: B, do you want to ask Jesus to be your Saviour?

B: Yes... (And without waiting for me to say anything more, he immediately turned to talk to Jesus right there, as any child would.) Jesus, will You please be my Saviour? (Then he paused a bit, looking up at the ceiling.) Thank You, Jesus. Amen.

In my heart, I rejoiced! At age 6, B's simple prayer might not technically be considered a turning point, a dramatic "conversion experience" but I am certain, deep in my heart of hearts, that the Lord HAS heard B's prayer, and that He was pleased with it, and will honour it and remember it. I'm sure that B's whole heart was in that prayer, and I simply know that Jesus saw into B's soul like no one else can, and just loved him, loved him, loved him. I felt my tears welling up and pricking my eyes, but somehow I managed to keep them from falling until after I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.

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Bo's Marian Pilgrimage Notes (I wish I was there too! - jun)
We're All Pilgrims, (Day 1)
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
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Oh, B, last night, on the 30th of March 2007, whether you knew it or not, you gave your life for the first time to Jesus. And whether or not you understood everything your prayer means, I'm sure Jesus will teach you, day by day, as you grow in His love. He heard you, He saw what was in your young heart, and He will be your Saviour from now on.

One of my favourite saints, St. Therese of Lisieux, once said that "prayer is an aspiration of the heart, a simple glance directed to heaven..." and that "like a child... very simply to God what to say, without composing beautiful sentences, and He always understands ." This is what you did last night, B, you sent a simple, childlike glance of love towards heaven, and you asked Jesus in the simplest words possible that He be your Saviour. And I believe, and I know, that Jesus heard your perfect, beautiful prayer last night.

Jesus heard my prayer, too, when I was just 14, and although I was still very young then, my prayer mattered to Him, too. He met me where I was, and brought me to where I am now, starting with and because of that prayer. I just know in my gut that He will do the same with you. Jesus is YOUR Saviour now, B, simply because you asked Him.

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Pastoral Letter On the Elections Addressed to the Youth

VOTE 4 U! - a reality game show on the elections is now on television.. .
Vote 4 U is a project of the Communication Foundation for Asia (CFA)
with the Parish-Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting (PPCRV).

Catch it on TV Maria, the cable channel of the Philippine Catholic Church,
at Dream Satellite Channel 21, Destiny Cable Channel 96 and
Unicable Cebu Channel 17, on the following broadcast schedule:

Episode 1- April 30, 12:47 and 4PM
Episode 2- May 2, 12:30 and 3:30 PM, May 3, 4AM

You may also view a 3-minute vidcast of Vote 4 U at www.youtube.com/cfavideo
Check out www.cfamedia.org for more info!
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And I commit myself to you and your brother E, to be your guide and your companion as you discover Jesus' love, to be as good a witness as I humanly can be, to help you nurture the intimate relationship you're already starting to have with the Lord. As your mother, I can do no greater thing than to bring you and E to Jesus. More than just caring for your needs or teaching you to be clever in school, your Tatay and I are called to be your first links to God, your first evangelizers, your first experience of Church on earth. When you get older, it won't matter to us if you become rich, successful, famous or accomplished in the eyes of men. What will matter to us is if Jesus is still in your heart, if you love Him and if you are trying your best to love as He loves. And in the end, that is all that really matters.

What you did last night will stay with me for the rest of my life, B. You are such an inspiration to me. You are teaching me how it is to please the Lord, with childlike simplicity and a readiness to embrace what Jesus gives, no questions asked, no ifs or buts, no fancy words or fireworks. It gives me hope in my own walk with the Lord. Believe it or not, at your tender age, B, you are a shining example to me. My own little saint-in-the-making.

How wonderful it is that Jesus loves us all, and wants to be our Saviour, whether we are six or sixty-four.

Nette Andres is a wife and mother living in the UK. Her artistry and creativity shines through in everything she does. Her faith and love for the Lord is felt in every word she writes. Visit her blogs RiverPilgrim and Look Into My Eyes.

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Thanks and God bless.

Jun Asis. C3PO
www.mabutingbalita.net
www.magandangbalita.com

The Testimony of the late Rio Diaz-Cojuangco

the late RIO DIAZ -COJUANCO testimony
LET'S MAKE OURSELVES CLOSEST TO GOD

Please do read this testimony of the late Rio
Diaz-Cojuanco and pass this on to your loved ones!

Sad and touching, but real.

RIO DIAZ's Testimony (Aug 17,2003)

Six months ago, my family was preparing for my
funeral, but I stand here before you today by God's
grace because He still has a purpose for my life.

Let me share with you my story..

In April, l99l, I began to host Eat Bulaga!, a
noontime show that brought me fame beyond my wildest
dreams. I earned good money while I made
people laugh. What a blessing!

October of l993, I met Charlie. Single and
good-looking, this guy has a terrific sense of humor,
a man with a big heart. 'Kung sa beauty contestant,
beauty and brains.' At a certain point in our
relationship, we both knew God brought us to be
together...for life.

In August, l994, we were married. After four wonderful
years of marriage, God blessed us with two children,
Claudia and Jaime. Thirteen years earlier, I was
blessed with a son, Ali, from a previous
relationship.

May of l998, Charlie became Congressman and I became
Vice Mayor of Pontevedra ( Negros Occidental).
November of the same year, during a routine check-up,
they discovered some abnormalities in my stomach area
which, the doctors said, could be solved by a minor
procedure.

A few days later, my supposedly one-hour surgery
turned out to be a six-hour-and- a-half surgery. I was
diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer..

Cancer?

No one had cancer in the family. My life flashed
before me. My world suddenly caved in. The doctors
were quite frank. They told us that I had only a
couple of months to live. Stage 4 cancer is like a
death sentence.

As my doctor was speaking, I didn't understand a word
he said because all I could think of was Charlie, my
children, my family, my in-laws, would whisper, Lord,
help me...help them, Lord!

They're all suffering. I don't know how to comfort
them. The day before my first chemotherapy, I said,
Lord, just tell me you're in control. Tell me that no
one made a mistake and I'll be fine no matter what,
Lord. Somebody gave me a devotional book entitled
Streams in the Desert which I read
at 3 o'clock in the morning. It said, this is my
doing.

Your weakness needs my strength and your safety lies
in letting me fight for you. You did not come to this
place by accident. You are exactly where I meant you
to be. You were so busy that I could not get your
attention and I wanted to teach you some of my
greatest truths. The pain will leave you as soon as
you learn to see me; in all things. These words became
the pillow on which I rested my weary head.

I surrendered to God all my fears, all my burdens and
my family as I began my journey of trials. I focused
on His promises as Jesus said, Surely I am
with you always.

By God's gracious mercy and beyond all medical
explanation, after six months of chemotherapy went on
remission. Eight months later, the cancer was back.
More surgery, more chemo. And then again, God allowed
healing for me. The best lesson I am learning from
this is how God allows us to enjoy life with His
moment by moment of grace. My third bout with cancer
entailed three different chemotherapies infused at the
same time. The Lord allowed me to learn to NEVER GIVE
UP, NEVER GIVE UP...PUT YOUR HOPE IN GOD.

Three times, I was at the threshold of death.
Medicines and state-of-the- art treatments were
notworking anymore. Not all the money in the world nor

the best doctors on earth can make us live if God
doesn't want us to. During those times, God comforted
my heart with these verses: Why are you downcast o my
soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in
God for I will yet praise Him my Savior and my Lord.

But let me tell you about my latest brush with death.
After spending Christmas with my family here in Manila
, I left for San Francisco in January of 2003 for my
check-up. I knew there was something terribly wrong
with my body. I had sleepless nights; I was steadily
losing weight; I couldn't eat
anything.

By the time I had completed all my tests, I was only
96 pounds. My doctor said, the cancer has spread. You
need to be confined in the hospital. Your food passage
is completely blocked by the cancer. I don't know how
much time you have. Not much. Maybe a month. But I
promise you will not feel the pain.I hugged Dr. Fisher
and thanked him. I told him, don't be sad. I
know God is in full control of my life.

I went home that night to make some arrangements and
my daughter was fast asleep. I knelt down by her
bedside and I cried, Mama loves you so much that it
hurts. Lord, you know how much I love my Ali, my
Claudia and my Jaime. You gave them to Charlie and me
and I thank you. I know in my heart that Charlie will
love them and watch over them. Lord, take care of my
husband because I love him very much. But much more
than this, it comforts me to know that I could never
love them as much as you love them. I thank you,
Father God.

Charlie remained by my bedside day and night,
caressing me, talking to me. It pains me to think how
much our husbands or wives suffer the fear of
losing us.How blessed I am to know how much my family
and friends love me.

The Lord allowed me to experience deep, deep, sleep.
I have never ever felt that kind of peace, peace that
surpasses all understanding. Dr. Fisher explained to
Charlie that my nourishment would come from a bag of
liquid attached to me, which has to be administered
on a daily basis for life. I would never be able to
eat
or drink again.

Surgery was ruled out, so was radiation. As a last
recourse, it was suggested that I do the mildest
chemo but if I so much as cough, he would remove it
and just keep me comfortable. I was in awe when I was
told how many people were praying for me. By God's
sovereign mercy, I never coughed.. One month later, my
cancer level went down by half. I am now only a few
points away from being on remission.

And as if this weren't enough, God's incredible bonus
is that I am back to my full d iet. I can eat and
drink
anything now! Once again, the doctors were amazed.
Yes, isn't our God amazing? God spared my life when
Stanford doctors had given up on me.

In my heart, I knew why. God allowed this miracle in
my life to show us how gracious He is and what a
powerful weapon prayer can be. And that God can
perform miracles in our lives, if you let Him. I will
never fully understand God's ways but I do know that
God has a purpose for each of us. When God calls you
to live for Him, He will invite you to be a part of
something much bigger than yourself, something that
requires the very best of you, something that
may outlive you. When God calls us to a powerful
vision, it may transcend safety and it may transcend
common sense because it is all about Jesus Christ.
Without Jesus, we will not make it!

Do we know, do you know, what God wants you to do
withyour life? If you are uncertain of God's will for
your life, surrender all your plans to Jesus because
God's plans for us are perfect.

The cancer in my body, I did not choose. But in God's
sovereignty, He allowed this affliction in my life.
But I ask you, what is the cancer in your life?

Is it the cancer of unforgiveness, jealousy, lust,
anger or bitterness that you are holding on to?
What are the wrong choices you continue to make
because they give you temporary pleasure but can
permanently destroy you -your husband or your wife or
your children or your circle of influence?

If you are going through a time of terrifying
darkness and despair, or are plagued by doubts that
are slowly eroding your hope that things can get
better, I urge you to surrender it all to God;
give Him full control of your life. It is the only
way to live.

Lord, forgive me for all my sins. Jesus, come into my
heart; be my Lord and my Savior. In Jesus' name, I
pray. Amen.

Friends,

Get inspired with Rio 's story like me. It just
occurred to me that I am also too busy with my life
& work right now. Oftentimes, I forget to pray and
thank the Lord for all the blessings that I
receive.. I even keep on complaining that what I have
is never enough. I keep on questioning Him with all
the unfairness that I observe and demanding for a lot
more. I don't have any idea on the plans that he has
for me because I am usually blindfolded with my own
desires - desire for luxury, power & control,
recognition , & comfort. I think I must also start
surrendering everything to Him and let Him lead me.
Didn't you guys notice how exhausting our lives are?
I always feel like I' m on a race and catching the
leading car! How about you?

I wont wait for a cancer to strike before I will
recognize God's plans! I wont promise anything
but I'll do my best!

MEDICAL ASSISTANCE FOR CANCER PATIENT

Hi There,

I am Evangeline Naron, a single mother, Oldest in 5 siblings. I live with my parents, brother and siters.We live at Gen. Mariano Alvarez, Cavite.

We would like to seek help from the government of any entity regarding any assistance for my mother Trinidad Naron. She was diagnosed of lung cancer stage 3 last April 2009. And now her cancer was in the stage 4. We know that that treating cancer needs a lot of money for her medication and until now she has not went any treatment specially chemotherapy due to financial problem.

I am the only one who have a a work in our family, one of my brother had a nervous breakdown and also needs a maintenance on his medication. My father is a Barangay Councilor in our barangay. We do not have any financial sources aside from my jobs.

I am hoping through this letter, That we are able to touch your lives/ heart in some ways and to anyone who will be able to read this letter to please help my mother on her medication/chemotherapy or on her maintenance in medicines and oxygen.

To anyone who want to help on my mom condition you are also welcome to visit my mother so that you can see her real condition.

Attached is her Medical Abstract, Biopsy and CT Scan for your references.

Thank You Very Much,

God Bless You All,

Evangeline Naron
Tel # 639205348854
enaron@gmail.com
Gen. Mariano Alvarez, Cavite