|Betreff: Wishaw Ball and EU meeting|
|Von: Eileen O'Connor
|Datum: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 15:02:56 -0000|
Please see enclosed photograph taken at the Ball and details of questions raised at the Third Mobile Communications Seminar, Health Environment Society, Brussels 20/21 November 2006
22nd November, 2006
Wishaw Winters Ball
The Wishaw Winters Ball in aid of the EM Radiation Research Trust was a fantastic success and exceeded all our expectations.
Thank you for your wonderful and generous support for the Black Tie and Tiara Ball on Saturday evening, in aid of funds for the EM Radiation Research Trust.
Both myself, trustee Brain Stein and trust Chairman Mike Bell were really buoyed up by the enthusiasm for the event.
We raised 7.00 and a further 550.00 euros was donated by our generous Irish friends/campaigners. Just goes to show what people are prepared to do to help a cause that undoubtedly has people¡¯ attention at present.
A special thank you to my husband, children, business partner Mark, family, friends and neighbours, including a huge thanks to our special friends Jan and Terry Connor who helped organise such a spectacular night.
My sister Marie read a breast cancer poem and talked about how much breast cancer touched her life and that she never believed she would be standing next to me 5 years on from that awful day. I was shocked when she said that she thought I would only survive for around 5 months. I said ¡°they are not getting rid of me that quickly, there is plenty of life left in me yet.¡±
Marie talked about when she read the enclosed breast cancer poem recently in school; she is a special needs teacher, working in a tough secondary school in Liverpool, she said the children donated their bus fares and part of their dinner money in order to buy pink ribbons, most walked for miles to get home as they wanted to donate money to breast cancer; 0 is a lot of money to these children and the most amazing part was some of the toughest boys in the school asked my sister to pin the pink ribbon onto their school uniform.
The most touching moment of the night was when our children surprised both my friend Jan and I with a beautiful silver breast cancer broach to mark the celebration of the 5th Anniversary from the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer on the 20th November, 2001.
The most touching part of the night was when my beautiful daughter Grace said ¡®I don¡¯t want my Mum to get cancer again and she asked everyone to please help. This shocked me and most people in the room, there wasn¡¯t a dry eye in the house. It goes to show how cancer effect¡¯s the people around you!
The other highlight of the night was seeing my son George and my husband Paul both wearing Irish Kilts, this did create attention, especially from the ladies.
All good things come to an end, back to business.
This week in
We have been talking with the mobile phone industry this week and agencies about the urgent need for research projects to protect children in the use of mobile phones and to address the issues surrounding EHS.
I also said that in order to move forward in
a positive direction
Independent Scientists, WHO, ICNIRP and Industry need to get around the
at an event/workshop and start working together rather than keeping up
huge divide. We highlighted the example of the EMF Discussion
chaired by Sir
The trusts connections with Independent scientists and concerned citizens across the world has helped to introduce research and experience to the UK that can benefit suffers from electosmog and communities blighted by an often insensitive mobile phone industry.
Saturday¡¯s funding boost helps the trust carry on its work as a charity and don¡¯t forget donations from the public are deductible in tax returns. Please write to the following address with regards to any donations or receipts needed.
EM Radiation Research Trust, c/o Crisp Group,
Best wishes to you and yours at this time.
Photograph enclosed which was taken at the Ball, which includes Jan Connor, Mike Bell, me and Brian Stein.
ps enclosed a copy of our current newsletter, which can also be seen on www.radiationresearch.org
Please take a few minutes to read the breast cancer poem.
A handsome, middle-aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat
Before he ordered, he couldn't help but notice a group of younger
men at the table next to him. It was obvious they were making fun
of something about him, and it wasn't until he remembered he was
wearing a small pink ribbon on the lapel of his suit that he became
aware of what the joke was all about.
The man brushed off the reaction as ignorance, but the smirks began
to get to him. He looked one of the rude men square in the eye, placed his hand beneath the ribbon and asked, quizzically, "This?"
With that the men all began to laugh out loud. The man he addressed
said, as he fought back laughter, "Hey, sorry man, but we were just
commenting on how pretty your pink ribbon looks against your blue
The middle aged man calmly motioned for the joker to come over to
his table and invited him to sit down. The guy obliged, not really
In a soft voice, the middle aged man said, "I wear this ribbon to
bring awareness about breast cancer. I wear it in my mother's
"Oh, sorry dude. She died of breast cancer?"
"No, she didn't. She's alive and well. But her breasts nourished me as an infant and were a soft resting place for my head when I was scared or lonely as a little boy. I'm very grateful for my mother's breasts and her health."
"Umm," the stranger replied, "Yeah."
"And I wear this ribbon to honour my wife", the middle aged man
"And she's okay, too?" the other guy asked.
"Oh, yes. She's fine. Her breasts have been a great source of loving pleasure for both of us and with them she nurtured and nourished our beautiful daughter 23 years ago.
I am grateful for my wife's breasts, and for her health."
"Uh huh. And I guess you wear it to honour your daughter, also?"
"It's too late to honour my daughter by wearing it now. My daughter
died of breast cancer one month ago. She thought she was too young
to have breast cancer, so when she noticed a small lump, she
ignored it. She thought that since it wasn't painful, it must not
be anything to worry about."
Shaken and ashamed, the now sober stranger said, "Oh, man, I'm so
"So, in my daughter's memory, too, I proudly wear this little
ribbon, which allows me the opportunity to enlighten others. Now,
go home and talk to your wife and your daughters, your mother and
your friends. And here," the middle-aged man reached in his pocket and handed the other man a little pink ribbon. The guy looked at it, slowly raised his head and asked, "Can ya help me put it on?"