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
table
at an event/workshop and start working together rather than keeping up
this
huge divide. We highlighted the example of the EMF Discussion
Group
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.
Sir
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.
Yours sincerely
Eileen O¡¯Connor
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
down.
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
jacket!"
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
sure why.
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
honour."
"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
went on.
"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
sorry mister."
"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?"