God Bless the Child

When I go to appointments at the cancer centre I notice that I’m surrounded by women in my own fortysomething age range. However, many of them are not patients themselves, they are there as caregivers and are accompanying a cancer stricken elderly parent. Sometimes as I walk in with my support person, my healthy and totally independent 72-year-old mother, I feel bitter and confused at our obvious role reversal. All at once I’m aware of how much the relationships in my life have changed since my diagnosis. Cancer has made me more dependent on family members, a multitude of health care workers and a number of government agencies. Throughout my ordeal there have been lonely days when I’ve yearned for a larger family or an abundance of close friends. Above all having a chronic illness has shown me what it’s truly like to be forced to rely on other individuals and revealed to me who is willing to stand by me in my time of greatest need.

Sometimes music helps me to deal with certain emotions that I’m feeling. Well before I was diagnosed with cancer or felt its harsh social and financial impact, God Bless the Child by the legendary Billie Holiday was one of my favorite songs. But lately both the powerful lyrics and her exquisite delivery keep going through my mind. God Bless the Child extols self-reliance while it condemns those who ignore us, repudiate us or treat us as inferior when we are unable to be self-sufficient. In her autobiography Lady Sings the Blues Holiday indicated an argument with her mother over money led to the song. Apparently during the argument she said the line “God bless the child that’s got his own.” Anger over the incident led her to turn that line into a starting point for a song, which she worked out in conjunction with Arthur Herzog. In his 1990 book Jazz Singing, Will Friedwald describes the work as “sacred and profane” as it references the Bible while indicating that religion seems to have little or no effect in making people treat each other better. Sadly, Billie Holiday was only 44 when she died—she had fought a long, terrible battle with alcohol and drug addiction.

God Bless the Child

Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog Jr.

Them that’s got shall get
Them that’s not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own

Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own

Money, you’ve got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you’re gone, spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own

Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own
He just worry ’bout nothin’
Cause he’s got his own

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Billie Holiday

Touched by Cancer

While receiving my cancer treatments at the Tom Baker Cancer Centre in Calgary I have become aware of some sobering facts about the disease. Technically I should say the  diseases, because there are over 200 different types of cancer. The reality is that in Alberta and the rest of Canada, 40 per cent of all women develop cancer and 45 per cent of all men develop cancer sometime during their lives, so nearly every family is affected. According to statistics by the Canadian Cancer Society, there are about 750,000 Canadians living with a cancer that has been diagnosed in the previous 10 years. Those afflicted with the disease come from all cultures and represent all religious and ethnic backgrounds. Ultimately all social classes are implicated—cancer does not spare the wealthy or the powerful. Unlike the general population, however, the extremely privileged are unique in terms of the enormous contributions that they are able to make in the fight against cancer. They are often able to assume a leadership role through philanthropy and public awareness.

Here are two prime examples of families touched by cancer involved in philanthropy:

Toronto’s Princess Margaret Hospital received a $50 million donation in January of this year in what’s being celebrated as the largest-ever private gift to cancer research in Canadian history. The multi-million-dollar donation will be paid over a decade by a philanthropist couple, Emmanuelle Gattuso and Alan Slaight. It adds to the hospital’s goal to raise $1 billion over five years to fund personalized cancer care research. It’s a budding initiative in which patients’ genetics are studied to help diagnose cancer and provide individual treatment. Gattuso herself is a 10-year breast cancer survivor – her sister also fought the disease and her mother succumbed to it. “I have been touched by cancer, as have so many friends and family members,” she told reporters at a press event announcing the unprecedented gift. “(The donation) will help us understand cancer at the most advanced level, but most of all, let’s face it, it’s for the patients, who will benefit from these advances and from this research,” she said.

In October 2010, the parents of a boy who lost his battle with cancer donated $30 million to the Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto with the goal of helping more children survive the disease. The donation, believed to be the single largest private gift to pediatric cancer in North America, is being used to establish the Garron Family Cancer Centre and to fund research into childhood cancer. “We are privileged to support one of the most respected children’s hospitals in the world,” Myron and Berna Garron said when they made the donation. “Our son was treated for cancer at Sick Kids for many years and we will never forget the dedication and level of care he received. We are confident this gift will help create more positive outcomes for cancer patients and their families.” In 1975, the Garrons’ son Michael died at age 13 from synovial sarcoma, a rare soft-tissue cancer that occurs most commonly in the young.

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