Voice of compassion
•Eleven years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer, only for it to return to the opposite breast in July this year. As I lay in my hospital bed following a mastectomy, I heard a familiar voice, from a most inspirational person filled with compassion and emotion emerging from the television amongst the hum of visitor's voices. The voice was strong enough to capture my attention.
When I looked up I saw a great woman -- a woman Ireland and the whole world should be proud of; an advocate; a voice of reason; an elder; a protector of human rights. Mary Robinson. I also saw the victims of our ignorance; men, women and children hanging on to life by a thread. In this I saw a similarity to my own struggle for survival.
Like Somalia, I faced the same demons 11 years ago, I received aid, yes, medical aid, and survived, What if the people of Ireland and the rest of the world forgot about me and other cancer patients?