BETTY BOOB BEATS CANCER FUND- GOAL R 60 000
“Cancer opens many doors. One of the most important is your heart.”
My name is Xani Brooker and I have Stage 3 Breast Cancer. I was diagnosed in 2019, and it’s since been a very long and hard journey, but it’s also been one of the most enriching and rewarding experiences.
2019 has been a year of lessons, and a year in which God has shown us just how dependent we are on Him. Initially, the Breast Health Foundation with the help of St. Helen Joseph hospital, was going to treat me. We had no medical aid, as my husband lost his employment due to company cuts. However, three months after diagnosis, it became very clear that I was not going to receive the necessary treatment or assistance of the Foundation. No matter the reason, I knew my help would have to come from a different venue.
God sent us a benefactor who is currently paying for me to receive chemotherapy treatment in Pretoria. We are very thankful for it, but it’s a lot of money. Initially, it was decided that 4 treatments would be done, thereafter an assessment to see if I’m responding to the treatment, and on the fourth visit, a new plan of action judged on my progress. However, on the third visit it was clear that the treatment they had me on was not working, and a new treatment plan was put in action.
On Friday, the 10th of January 2020 I will or would have received the 6th round of chemo. Whichever way it goes – whether they continue with chemo, or whether I can now safely undergo an operation before continuing treatment – we’re in dire need of new funds.
We have outstanding medical bills when I had to have a port-a-cath surgically implanted when my veins collapsed and they could no longer administer the chemo through a vein in my arm.
Since we stay in Phalaborwa, and have no transport of our own, we have to catch a bus to Pretoria every third week. After treatment, and once I feel up to it, another benefactor takes us home; but we have to pay half the expense – which is only fair, and we’re so thankful for the comfortable ride back home.
Lastly, we need the funds to continue my treatment and to be able to pay for the operation(s) I’ll need.
Even though I’ve lost the hair on my head, my eyebrows are gone and I look like a puppet on a string when plugged in through the port-a-cath, I have not lost my faith or sense of humour. From the start I’ve called the affected breast “Betty Boob”, and together we’ll either beat cancer or die trying.
It goes without saying that we’d be eternally grateful for your support. Please do share this plight. If you’d like to follow my progress on Facebook, send me a Friend Request.
Blessings and much love.
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