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Many Thanks

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Hey all, to those who read my post, thank you !! *applause applause* you know who you are !!

To those who read my post AND clicked on the widget, an even BIGGER thank you !! *applause x 4* you know who YOU are !!

We’ve managed to get the researchers to sit down for a good solid 30 minutes !

I know it may not seem as big as I’m making it to be but hey, Rome wasn’t built in one day right ? So spread the word about the post, spread it to your friends, family, your colleagues, boss, I don’t care who, your dog, caterer, maid, flight attendant, body guard, driver, just spread spread spread !! People out there need to know about cancer awareness as cancer is the top number one killer in the world today !! It doesn’t care who you are, it is not biased and it could be after you !!

So our next goal is to get the researches to park their butts on the chair for a good solid ONE HOUR !! Can we do that people ? YES WE CAN !!

Long term goal is to get them to park their butts and don’t get up until they find a damn cure >_>

God bless, people !!

Over and out


Written by Aris Raphael

September 26, 2009 at 10:53 am

Posted in Cancer Awareness

A Promise Fulfilled

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Okay, so I did overshoot my timing by a….well not little but, lets just give it to me at face value, I kept my promise alright ? So here’s a new post =D

Well, let me introduce you to the single most important woman in my life (when the wife comes into the picture she’ll be the next one so hold your horses ladies, there’s plenty of me to go around !! =D haha I’m kidding). She gave my life, live, education, strength, hope, happiness, moral values, virtues, goals, advice, money, clothes, great food, a sense of well being, safety, security, clarity of thought, spiritual guidance, spiritual growth, encouragement, constructive criticism, fun and so much more.

Hey guys, this is my mom =)

God rest her sould

God rest her soul

Hard to believe that one woman could have such an impact in my life eh ?

Hard to believe that just about 2 months back, she was still around with me, hard to believe that she was there with me last christmas, hard to believe that no matter how hard times where, there was always a present under the tree, a cake on every birthday, food on the table, someone to talk to, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through college, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through high-school, the one who held my hand when it was my first day in primary, kindergarten, the one who held my hand the moment I was born, happy I made it out healthy and strong.

Last Christmas and the Last Christmas together

Last Christmas and the Last Christmas together

Hard to believe, that she’s now gone…

Margaret George Phillips, passed away on the 23rd of July 2009.

In her sleep.

With a smile on her face.

Despite the pain that she went through, despite feeling every inch of her body and mind wasting away, confined to the hospital bed knowing that there was nothing she could do about it even if she didn’t want her son to see her like that. She still kept fighting.

She wanted a catholic burial but her “lawfully legal husband” wouldn’t grant her that one last wish. As her son, I did the best I could, I brought the priest to give her her last rites. Despite her aching body and wasted mind due to the morphine, she was smiling for a good hour, this was the day before she died.

The priest said “she’s holding on to something, people in this stage would normally have let go” and I knew why.

My mother was the really overbearing and protective mother, she did give me my freedom but with restrictions, she would never bear to see her son in any difficult situation whatsoever, she would never leave her son, she would never want to leave him alone no matter how hard it would be.

Being a God fearing person, she too believed that when the Good Lord calls you by name, regardless what you’re doing, what position you’re in, it’s time for you to go home. And that was her time. The only person I know who managed to fight God for a good couple of days, just to stay alive for her son.

The single most painful moment of my life was not losing her, really, it was my duty as her son, to tell her to go and move on. It was about 4.45pm in the evening, the sun was still shining outside when I sat down by her bed, bent close to her so she could hear me and whispered into her ear “mom, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I’m 19, you’ve done so much and even more for me, you’ve equipped me with the tools to take care of myself, mom, you’ve gotten your dream, to watch your son grow up into a fine young man, mom, please don’t hold on, everyone has agreed to look out for me so you wont have to worry your pretty little head, mom, I love you very much, so please, you’ve never listened to your son once right ? So just this once, please listen, and let go”

Correction, that wasn’t the most painful part, the most painful part was watching her, unable to speak, shake her head and frown, although she couldn’t speak coherently anymore, I knew she said “no son, I can’t leave you alone, you’re just a baby, you’re still my baby, who’s going to take care of you” trust me, as her son, I know what she said.

If you don’t know what I mean, ever had those moments with your mother, where you seem to be able to know what she was thinking ? That’s the bond a mother and her child has.

My mother passed away the next day, robbed of her spirit, body, dignity and all by a single being called cancer.

So if you feel for me, please click on the widget in the top right hand corner that says “Stand Up To Cancer”, support my cause, support me in my fight against the being that took my mothers life, and many other lives out there as well. Just by clicking it you fund the research to finding a cure for cancer, no matter how small and insignificant this step may be but big things come in small packages.

Cancer robs not only that one person of his or her life but the life of others who are around that person, their worlds will come crashing down, just like how mine did, I’m trying to cope and pick myself up, my mother wouldn’t want me to fall.

She would have wanted her son to do something like this, help her by helping others, she loved to help people, and has always wanted to do missionary work, and worked hard to cure herself so she could be an inspiration to other affected people out there. Although that didn’t come true, I’m taking this one more step further, by supporting this cause in hopes that a cure for cancer will be found. And that many people out there, when they say bye, they would get to say hello to each other again the next day, and Christmas will be a little less lonely and a little less sad. So please support my cause, and all those causes out there aimed at getting rid to cancer once and for all.

This post is dedicated to my mother, and for those who knew her, their sister, aunt, and very much close and loved friend.

Mom, I love you very much and you’ll always be missed.

God bless and rest the soul of Margaret George Phillips.

This was her favourite Psalm.

Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul, and I shall walk in the path of righteousness for His namesake, yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil for Thou are with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, Thou prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, Thou anoint my head with oil, my cup runneth over, surely His goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Living God now and forever.


Written by Aris Raphael

September 25, 2009 at 2:06 am

Posted in Cancer Awareness