Thursday, 13 December 2012

YOU are a hero!

Everyday heroes come from all circumstances, continents, and walks of life. They contribute to the goal of ending poverty through their voices, their time, their money, their collaboration, and their passionate commitment to a more just world.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Noooo, it’s…YOU! A hero that is powerful enough to change lives, to make your family proud, to support your loved ones for life and beyond!
Did you even know that there's a hero residing inside of you? Every once in a while, though, we come across real-life heroes. Not those whose jobs are heroic by nature, like teachers, firefighters, nurses, doctors or policemen. But your average, un-extraordinary person, who does an extraordinary deed which positively impacts someone's life. Oops, I apologise…knowing some of you I can without a shadow of a doubt proclaim you as super- extraordinary or in some case just plain weird!
Yes, I am talking to YOU! The person who heard my plea for help, not just with your eyes (by reading my blog, texts, emails) or ears (plaintive phone calls) but mostly with your HEART!

 
 
 


I THANK YOU AND I SALUTE YOU,
 
on behalf of the 100 cancer-challenged people at the Charlotte Maxeke Hospital, who each received a hamper filled with food and gifts on this day, Thursday, 13 December 2012.
I sincerely wish that I was eloquent enough to capture the experience in a way that you all could understand what it felt like to meet and engage with 100’s of people of various ages, race and gender. On average there about 120 patients on a daily basis at the Oncology Department. All of them dealing with the ‘Big C’ in their own indomitable way. Indomitable, since most of them have arisen at 4am to catch various taxis to get them to Charlotte Maxeke Hospital, to patiently wait their turn in never-ending lines.

Even though the five dedicated Oncologists on duty only arrive at 11am from their own practices, the patients need to get in line for their blood tests, consult with their doctors and then proceed to the treatment room for their chemotherapy. Sadly, many parents have to bring their children in with them. Strewn all along the corridors outside the Oncology Department, were children of all ages, with their coloring books and crayons (handed out by the nurses), babies lying on blankets on the floor and care-givers waiting patiently to help the cancer-challengers get back home.



I have never felt so small, so insignificant in the face of the patients standing in line to receive their hampers. The very first woman, just fell into my arms crying. Her tears were those of immense gratitude at receiving a hamper valued at R 150. As the many faces passed through, faces wreathed in incredible smiles, some in pain caused by their illness and even more in tears, I realized that the 100 hampers were not anywhere near enough to alleviate the distressing situation.

My goal was to reach at least 300 people before Christmas, bestowing upon them the food hampers donated by YOU our generous Heroes. With the assistance and support of the un-winged angels of the PLWC (People Living with Cancer) Organisation, Susan Elder and Chris Olivier, YOU and I were able to make a difference in a number of peoples’ lives today.  I know that with more and more Superheroes arising, we can continue to make a difference and not just reach my goal but exceed it by far.

 

Have you ever noticed how many successful superhero movies there are? Iron Man, X-Men,  Batman; Spiderman. What makes them so powerful and popular? Is it because people like seeing good prevail over the baddies? Or do people like the idea that there are others who have the ability to make a difference in the lives of the less fortunate?

Yes, so you cannot climb walls, hang upside down and kiss your girlfriend without drooling; or become invisible when you spot the nosy neighbor who wants to chat at 6 in the morning; or rescue the damsel in distress who just missed her taxi and is late for work…and so on & so on…


But do you realise how easy it is to be a hero to people in need of help? All it takes, my friend, is action. You don't need any superpowers, you don't need any special degrees, and you don't need be in government or a highly-paid CEO. All you need is a passion for helping others.

But it all starts with taking action. Will there be critics? Of course.
And never forget, that for every critic, there will be 99 success stories or more that consider you to be their hero. That's why they are critics and you are the hero.
That is the path every one of us must take. We must choose to be a leader in our life-paths, whether you are mother, a father, a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor, a butcher, a baker or a candlestick maker.  Be a leader. Add extreme value to the world and help as many people as you can. Have faith in your ability to do so. Take massive action. Never give up on what is important to you.

As tough as it might seem, you'll find out how easy it is to go from zero to Superhero in no time at all…and find it so rewarding. Make the world a better place.

To support the Hampers for Cancer-Challenged Families:

Please send me your details  (vanitha@betrained.co.za) together with the number of Hampers you would like to donate. If you would like to make a donation, in lieu of a gift, please include the details of your recipient as well.


Thank you so much! May you and your family always be blessed.
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Wednesday, 5 December 2012

'Tis the Time for Giving

December Holiday Season is a time for Giving
 
 
Whether you call it the holiday season or Christmas, I think it’s safe to say that it is a time for spending with family and showing your loved ones that you care.  It is also the time of the year to give to those in need and to be charitable. Even though there are many of us that have charities that we regularly donate to already, there are those who do not.

 

Since time is the most valuable resource we have and we never seem to have enough of, being charitable can fall lower and lower on the rung of people’s priorities. The good news is that there are many ways to participate and really make a difference in someone’s life. People in general seem more interested in giving gifts that make a difference in other people's lives. A well-chosen charitable donation made in lieu of a present can be perceived as a profoundly meaningful gesture during a season of thoughtless consumption.

This has always appealed to me so it just made sense to embark on a charitable drive that I have first-hand knowledge of.




As some of you may know, I am currently undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. I was diagnosed in May 2012 and frankly the entire process since then has been a blur...it's just all happened so fast! I'm close to the end of the chemo sessions (taxol) and then destined for 6 weeks of radiation. Being a  “widowed orphan” and a single mother of two almost adult children, coming to terms with my cancer diagnosis and undergoing chemotherapy has been one very rocky road (and nothing like the ice-cream!)! To top it off, I am self-employed!

 

As you may realise, undergoing treatment has a seriously negative impact on the ability to work and in my case generate any income.  Chemotherapy, complementary medication and other lifestyle changes can be unforeseen surprise! And not one of the good ones!

 
Needless to say, it has been one very challenging year. Thankfully, I am still surviving and will continue to do so but for the grace of God as well as for the care and support of my family and friends.

 I have also learnt that having cancer can be a very lonely ordeal even when surrounded by family and friends.  Psychologically it impacts on a person’s self-esteem, confidence and independence. Physically,  you look and feel like a train wreck. Financially, you learn to live with the basics and contemplate the positive sides of both living and dying.

 

However, If your financial situation is already dire, being diagnosed with cancer just catapults you into an even more difficult struggle. There are many cancer-challenged families out there who are in this very position. My greatest desire is to help these families in any little way that I can. I have called upon many of you in the past to help others in a desperate position and you have been most generous. Thank you.  If there ever was a time that I need your help, it is right now!

I have managed to find Christmas Hampers which contain most needed food items which I would like to distribute to those in need in JHB for now.  The Christmas Hampers consist of both basic and luxury food items housed in any 10 litre bucket with a lid. The total cost of the Hamper is R 150.00. In order to make a difference, I would like to distribute 300 hampers before Christmas Day. With the help of the PLWC (People Living With Cancer), we have identified needy cancer-challenged patients at the Charlotte Maxeke (Jhb Gen) Hospital as well as other patients who are part of the PLWC Support Group.

 
I have not registered a charity as yet, and trust that you will find it in your heart to give generously towards this campaign, as you have done in the past. Perhaps there are others that you may know who may want to give a donation in lieu of a gift this year!  

 
The aim is to make some difference to families afflicted with cancer facing financial crises. Let’s bring a smile to their faces as they remember happier, healthier holiday seasons.

When Christmas bells are swinging above
the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from
lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish,
and loves we used to know.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 



 

 

 

 

 

Monday, 19 November 2012

Life begins at 45?


Life begins at 45?

 
Today, I turned 45 years old. So, officially I am middle-aged. What the heck does that mean? Google (v) and all shall be revealed.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, middle-age is: "The period of life between young adulthood and old age, now usually regarded as between about forty-five and sixty." It is also the period in the lives of middle-aged adults who begin to show visible signs of aging such as loss of skin elasticity (not much as yet!) and graying of the hair (for sure!). Physical fitness usually wanes (Oops, when was it supposed to start?) with a 5–10 kg accumulation of body fat (target reached!), reduction in aerobic performance (Mmmm, aerobics? Yeah right!) and a decrease in maximal heart rate (Nope, 50 Shades tested that theory!). Strength (I have never been told how strong I am, as many times as I have in the past 8-10 years!) and flexibility (Does wiggling my toes count?) also decrease throughout middle age. However, people age at different rates (No kidding!) and there can be significant differences between individuals of the same age. (Halle Berry, arguably one of the world's most beautiful mothers, celebrated her 45th birthday last month at the beach, wearing a coral bikini and looking almost preternaturally gorgeous. Halle Berry says her secrets to staying young are focusing on family, hitting the gym and eating healthy. If it was that easy, we'd all look like Halle Berry.)  Both male and female fertility declines with advancing age. (Thank goodness!)

So it got me thinking: is something going on? Maybe 45 is the new 30, only better. I have been blasted with birthday wishes on every social medium I’m registered on, Facebook, text messages, watsapp, actual phone calls, and even voicemail messages. The most popular question posed to me today: “So, what does it feel like to turn 45?”! Well, it sorts of feels like its somewhere between “I can see my whole life in front of me” and “where did I leave my reading glasses?” Even without glasses, I can see 50 pretty clearly from here.

Even Salusa45 proclaims that once you hit 45, you need a “comprehensive multivitamin, mineral and antioxidant supplement specifically formulated to assist in meeting the changing nutritional requirements of active individuals over the age of 45”. They go on to explain how it’s designed to “help maintain the long term health, mental vitality and well being of individuals as over time, your body changes and becomes increasingly vulnerable to the effects of ageing.”
  

Despite Salusa45’s advertisement filled with doom and gloom, my age feels strangely comfortable to me. At 45, I care more about people, and less about what they think of me. I have stopped trying to “find myself,” and started focussing more on myself. At 45, the gap between who I want to be and who I am is getting smaller. Yes, sure my new hair growing on my bald (chemo-induced baldness!) head has accelerated past grey to a beautiful shade of white stubble, I find that laughing and smiling, (which is meant to exercise a lot more muscles than frowning!) has created deep, trenches of what’s affectionately called ‘laugh lines’. The clincher for me was when my chiropractor sent me a birthday text message, which just confirmed that I had turned 45! But weirdly enough I’m happier with myself than I’ve ever been.

Now that I'm officially ‘middle-aged’, I'm okay with it - but the journey hasn’t been easy especially when I consider the traumatic events I’ve had to deal with in the past 8 years. I’ve often referred to the journey I’ve undergone and the signposts I’ve encountered on the way have definitely taught me a thing or two, like:

I do not stress about what everyone thinks about me. Now, if you know me growing up, you would know how I was consumed with pleasing people and worrying about what they thought about the way I looked or what I said or did. This in itself is a miracle. I even wanted those people who I didn’t like to still like me. What an absolute waste of time. Now, if people like me, that's great, if they don't, that's okay too. I know who I am and I know who I'm not.

I no longer allow negative, energy-vampires to have a place in my life.  You know those people who always manage to leave you feeling worse rather than better? Even if the negative people in your life are family, who you are inadvertently stuck with, limit the amount of face-time with them. I've learned to surround myself with positive, supportive friends and family.

I say "no" to people more often than I ever did. I used to feel that I had to accept every invitation I could so that I wouldn't hurt anybody’s feelings. Finally, I just said no, thank you, I can't. That's it. It was extremely liberating to learn that it did not cause a major catastrophe, nobody hated me, and life went on. What a revelation!

I will never look like what I did look like in my twenties. Now when I look back at old photos of my skinny days, I feel content…been there, done that and worn the bikini in broad daylight on the beach! I'm just so grateful that I am healthy enough to fight this cancer, and that's what's most important.  This over-inflated body of mine has been through the wins and the wars, giving birth to two beautiful and healthy children, giving free hugs to all who need it, partied all night, played with kids and danced in the rain (Yup! The best feeling in the whole world!).

At this point in my life, I am proud of all that I have achieved up to now, and I know that the Wildly Improbable Goals I’ve set are sure to take me a considerable amount of years to attain. I plan on making all my dreams come true knowing that I will probably have to make a number of sacrifices again, also knowing that I will make a number of new mistakes again. But, this time, I will be less hard on myself, forgive myself more like I’m quick to forgive others.

Big dreams, big goals, life-long lessons…can I do it all? Probably not, but I sure as hell am going to try!

 

 

Friday, 28 September 2012

Did you know that you could use 135calories per hour trying on clothes?


This is a story for every woman who has frowned at her image

 in a dressing-room mirror and wished for a better body.

 
So here I am, one arm loaded with white bootlegged pants, sequinned vest, printed chiffon blouse, frayed, skinny jeans and a v-necked T-shirt in bright pink, while balancing my extra large tote-handbag on the other arm. Feeling quite chuffed with my choices, I wind my way through the clothing rails towards the nondescript Fitting Room sign all the way down to the other end of the store. 

A sullen, young girl, with expertly made-up face and long straight hair, wearing a pair of painted-on skinnies and a tiny little vest mans the fitting room. Clutching the huge plastic ring with the number 5 inscribed on it, I make my way to the little cubicle in the fitting room.

Hanging up the clothes on the one and only hook on the wall, I set my handbag on the stained carpeted floor and make a mental note to keep an eye on it, just in case the person in the booth next to mine snatches it through the gap in the cubicle. You just never know where women shoppers with criminal intentions lurk.

The first thing to do is to unzip my high-heeled, knee-high boots so that I can remove the comfortable lycra tights I’m wearing. Balancing on one-high-heeled boot I lift my other leg to unzip the boot. This of-course sets a whole series of unprecedented events into motion as can only be perpetrated by me! The zip gets stuck causing me to totter around on one heel, only to fall, crashing into the left wall of the booth with resounding thuds and bumps of earthquake proportions!

Trying desperately to regain my composure, dignity and balance, I lean against said wall and proceed to remove offending boots and peel off tights. Clad in my flesh-coloured ‘big girl’ panties, I remove the cowl-necked poncho followed by the long-sleeved top I wore, anticipating a cold day...but of-course it turned out to be a real scorcher of a day!

Standing in my beige sportsbra and panties, I survey my surroundings in the little cubicle, noticing with relief that my handbag still lay on the floor, now covered by my recently shed attire. ‘Ok, I can do this’ I say to myself, ’just take a deep breath and think calming thoughts’, yeah right!  


The little fitting room cubicle has become considerably smaller since I entered, which seems like 30 minutes ago! I was surrounded by three full-length mirrors and six mini-spotlights spewing out bright yellow shards of lights, ricchotteting off all 3 mirrors. Which sick and twisted, sadist came up with idea of putting all these lights into the fitting rooms! If it highlights every pore on my nose, my family of chins, imagine what it’s going to do for my cellulite –ridden thighs and my bolly (what I affectionately call my fat rolls and extended belly).

I sternly admonish myself in the mirror. ‘Don’t look at the bod, just the face!’, which I proceed to do while pulling the sequinned vest over my head. That’s when I see it...I have these huge pores, almost crater-sized ones all over my face! How did I miss that this morning and every other day I’ve looked in the mirror? Well, I guess my little 60watt light bulb above my bathroom mirror sympathetically did not highlight them like these 1000watt spotlights are doing now!

Ok, keep my eyes on my toes...oops! Not a great idea! I’m in desperate need of a pedicure, I realise staring forlornly at my claw-like toenails barely covered by last season’s red nail polish.

Still clawing at the waistband of the really trendy frayed skinny jeans, pulling it up over my calves, I notice with horror, the cellulite around my bulging knees!

Now I am acutely aware of the cellulite on my bum and thighs, and have been for an embarrassingly long time, but when and how did they do the great trek to my knees, for heaven’s sake? 

Staring disconsolately at my ample bottom, with its cellulite-cheeks oozing out of my panties, I realise how much they look like cheese being squeezed out of a tube. Note to self: ‘Never eat cheese out of a tube again.’



Expertly managing to maintain my balance, I pull up the jeans over the offending body parts, only to grunt in frustration, trying to fasten the button over the wobbly bits. Sucking in the belly, I lift up my hands to create the illusion of an elongated body, when I notice the chicken wings I have for arms.

By then I have lost the will to try on the other clothes, lost the will to shop, never mind to live!



Hurriedly, I put my own clothes back on, and leave the image in all 3 mirrors with glass- shattering look of disgust. Laden with an unseemly mess of clothes, I leave the fitting room and hand over them to the fitting room attendant. Miss Teen SA who seemed to have shed the sullen look, now sports a smirk, and asks all innocently, ‘Do you need a bigger size?’

After being unceremoniously dragged out by a hefty security woman, while clawing, kicking and screaming at the obviously terrified young fitting room attendant, I vow never to set foot in the store again. I slink off dejectedly to the Food-hall, order a cheese burger, potato wedges and a Diet Coke and sit down and ponder what I could have done differently :-)



 

 

 

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

When someone you know has Cancer


When someone you know has Cancer





This was definitely not a thought that occupied my mind before my diagnosis. However, it certainly has provoked constant thought and reflection on how I have perceived others with cancer and how I’ve dealt with it. I can still recall my parents and older family members mention the C-word in hushed tones. It certainly wasn’t dinner table conversation and was seen to be in poor form if a cancer patient was discussed in an open forum. A friend, who is also a professional in the medical field, lost her father to cancer at a young age. Despite the fact that he has been deceased for about 30 years, her mother still refuses to acknowledge that he died of cancer. To her, it was more acceptable to state that he died of a heart attack! What is it about the stigma attached to a disease like cancer? So, I decided that I needed to investigate this further:-

This may be because the cause of cancer is not always understood and is often seen as a death sentence. According to Sontag, cancer is often “felt to be obscene—in the original meaning of that word: ill-omened, abominable, and repugnant to the senses.” Others have shown that cancer can attract stigma that has a huge effect on people's lives. Patients may experience their bodies as “permeable, vulnerable, and out of control,” and some feel they have to protect others from embarrassment. Treatments often lead to hair loss, scars, or other bodily changes, which may add to the stigma.

It has become apparent that some people tend to attach a stigma or fear to conditions that they do not have sufficient knowledge of; or the knowledge that they have gained, is from a subjective experience that they may have undergone; and unfortunately these experiences tend to influence the way in which they react or behave towards some person who had the misfortune of being afflicted with the disease. This does not mean that all people are at a loss of what to say when someone they know has cancer! In my experience of being diagnosed with breast cancer, I have been inordinately blessed to be surrounded by family and friends who have shown the utmost care and consideration.

No matter who we are or we come from, we all have our own journey. And for most parts, I have had mind-blowing experiences; lessons both in love and grief. It was during these periods of pain that I believed that I couldn’t and didn’t want to go on. However long and arduous my journey has been and believe me it has been, I did almost stray off the road many times. Funnily, it’s been the recurring questions of, “why me?” that lead me to share the lessons I learned on this incredible journey of pain, loss and grief. I learnt that I am an optimist, always have been. Every project I undertake, I expect to see to a successful conclusion. When events take a turn for the worse, I imagine how they will get better. My general attitude is that things will work out, even though - needless to say - sometimes they don't. But optimists like myself, get back up, brush themselves off, and learn lessons from these life experiences (and don't look at them as mistakes - but rather valuable learning opportunities), and look for every opportunity to share our learning.

So, I decided to put my fears about having cancer aside and finally do something. I'm not going to be selfish anymore. I'm going to take action and start helping more people. We all walk around carrying mental images of what the world is like and how the future will unfold. Some see the glass as half full. Others do not. There is a huge payoff in seeing gray skies as just passing clouds. Optimists expect to have meaningful relationships, good health and happy, productive lives. They live longer and worry less. They avoid needless anxiety and adjust better to stress.

Optimism is a source of vitality and hope, courage and confidence. It motivates us to set goals, to take risks. It encourages persistence in the face of obstacles.

"There is no danger of developing eyestrain from looking on the bright side of things." - Author Unknown


My goal is to help people see the endless possibilities of living and learning…

So don’t be too hard on yourself if you don’t know what to say to someone who has cancer. The most important thing you can do is mention the situation in some way that feels comfortable for you. You can show interest and concern, you can express encouragement, or you can offer support. Sometimes the simplest expressions of concern are the most meaningful. And sometimes just listening is the most helpful thing you can do.

Here are a few thoughts from a cancer-victim cancer-challenger on some helpful things to do:-

While it’s good to be encouraging, it’s also important not to show false optimism or tell the person with cancer to always stay positive. Doing these things might seem to discount their very real fears, concerns, or sad feelings. It’s also tempting to say that you know how the person feels. But while you may know this is a trying time, no one can know exactly how any person with cancer feels. Even other cancer-challengers have very different experiences and feelings.

I love humour and I truly believe that it has been the most important way of coping. I have seen the shocked expressions on the faces of my family and friends when I glibly make cancer jokes. This is not just an attempt to make light of my situation, but rather to take my mind off the ‘stigma’ attached to it and to lighten the mood around me. However, to be on the safe side, let the person with cancer take the lead; it’s healthy if they find something funny about a side effect, like hair loss, and you can certainly join them in a good laugh. This can be a great way to relieve stress and take a break from the more serious nature of the situation. But you never want to joke unless you know the person with cancer can handle it and appreciate the humor. I can!

When the person with cancer looks good, let them know! However, cancer challengers can be quite sensitive about their looks, so be truthful!  Avoid making comments when their appearance isn’t as good, such as “You’re looking pale,” or “You’ve lost weight.” No, no, if I’ve lost weight, tell me. I consider that a good thing! My philosophy is that I can never be too thin or too rich! It’s very likely that they are acutely aware if their appearance has deteriorated, and they may feel embarrassed if people comment on it.

It’s usually best not to share stories about family members or friends who have had cancer. Everyone is different, and these stories may not be helpful. Instead, it’s OK to let them know that you are familiar with cancer because you’ve been through it with someone else. Then they can pick up the conversation from there.

Feeling sorry for your friend, or feeling guilty for being healthy yourself, are normal responses. Asking how you can help can take away some of the awkwardness. Cancer is a scary disease. It can create a great deal of uneasiness for people who don’t have experience dealing with it. Don’t be ashamed of your own fears or discomfort. Be honest with the person about how you feel. You might find that talking about it is easier than you think.

Remember to take care of yourself. If you are close in age to the person with cancer or if you are very fond of them, you may find that this experience creates anxiety for you. Cancer often reminds us of our own mortality. You might notice feelings somewhat like those of the person who has cancer: disbelief, sadness, uncertainty, anger, sleeplessness, and fears about your own health.

Be wary of making throw-away comments "Oh, don't worry, you'll be just fine." Some people may feel that you aren’t taking their illness seriously or that you are just dismissing their feelings of fear, anger or sadness as irrelevant.

And don't forget the old adage: "Silence is golden." Do not feel obliged to say anything, it’s ok to just listen. Most times a cancer-challenged person may just want to be heard. And it doesn’t necessarily mean that they want all conversations to be centred around their illness. Just focusing on the cancer can be very draining on both you and the cancer-challenger. Maintain a healthy, normal and balanced relationship by sharing things about your life as well. Being a cancer-challenger, I can assure that it can become very lonely if you feel like everyone is very politely locking you out of the seemingly mundane happenings in their lives.

Cancer is NOT contagious! As far as I know, nobody has caught cancer by shaking hands, touching, hugging or even kissing. So don’t be afraid to give your cancer-challenger a hug or touch on the shoulder to show that you care. Unfortunately, colds and flu ARE contagious or infectious! Cancer-challengers who are undergoing chemotherapy and/or radiation therapy are very susceptible to infections and contagious diseases as a result of the immune systems being severely compromised. Avoid contact with them until you healthy and well again.

As much as you would like to offer help, it is important to ask the person with cancer what you can do to help. Some people may want your help; others may not. However, isolation is a common feeling for someone with cancer, so it's important to make an effort to reach out. As I’ve previously mentioned, I have been blessed with support and help from my family and friends and some of the assistance that they have provided have been in the form of the following:

o    run errands

o    go grocery shopping

o    help with transportation

o    bring flowers, magazines, books, videos, or DVDs

o    full body massages

o    collect medicine prescriptions

You may also offer to

o    help with household chores, such as vacuuming or dusting

o    help with cleaning, washing dishes, or laundry

o    water plants

o    cook and freeze meals

o    help with children or pets

o    mow the lawn or weed the garden

Any offer of help will be appreciated provided that the cancer challenger is willing to accept it. Do not be upset if your offer of help is turned down, as most times the cancer challenger doesn’t know what will help. Be yourself and try not to worry about whether you are doing things the right way. Let your words and your actions come from your heart. Your compassion and genuine caring are the most important things you can express to someone who has cancer right now.