Laura comes to Canada
After more than twelve years Laura is finally here.
We are very thankful for the letters of support we received in applying for a visa for Laura to come to Canada. We hoped for a three month visa and instead received a three year visa with multiple entries with up to six months at a time.
We have had a wonderful and very busy four months so far with two months to go.
Two days after coming to Canada Laura learned of a woman in Peru she did not know who had a large stomach tumor and needed immediate help. But first this lady who somehow found out about Laura needed to provide blood. Not having any money to buy blood with no family or friends to donate she was desperate. Laura came to the rescue as she has done so many times. This time Laura realized she could help long distance and began to think how to make blood more accessable to the poorest of the poor coming in from the Andes or the Jungle. Later that day after buying blood for her the lady, now able to start chemo treatment, sent a beautiful note of thanks.
Here is a letter and an appeal Laura wrote one sleepless night.
My Dear Friends in Canada and fellow Countryman:
I am writing this note with my fraternal greeting, my name is Laura Lozano, from Lima, Peru. I live in Higuereta, Surco, My ID is 2542232.
Twelve years ago I became a Founding Director of the Chocolate Bar Mission in Peru.
Before that I worked 12 years in the Banco de la Nacion. I worked in the General Secretariat of the Republic as secretary of Doctor Luis Nava Giber, secretary of the President of the Republic and secretary of the President, Alan Garcia. I was secretary of the Vice Minister Gustavo Saberve. Prior to that I worked for the American International Group. For nine years I lived in Naples, Florida, USA.
The Founding Director in Canada, Mr. Robert Alan Hutchings worked for 4 years from 2007 to 2010 negotiating the official recognition by the Canadian Government. Finally, thanks to God, we obtained official approval and thanks to God we work in all of Peru in the different areas of extreme poverty with much love and effectiveness.
Right now I am in SASKATOON, the Province of SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA.
This letter has the following purpose: to summon Canadians and Peruvians and to ask for their help as brothers and sisters who care for our families in times of crisis.
MY summons and purpose is this: TO RAISE FUNDS TO PROVIDE BLOOD FOR PEOPLE WITH CANCER OR OTHER DISEASES THAT ARRIVE IN LIMA FROM THE DIFFERENT PROVINCES, COAST, SIERRA AND JUNGLE AND THAT FOR LACK OF RESOURCES DIE.
I do not know if you have any idea or knowledge about this great TRAGEDY?
For years I have served at the cancer hospital in Lima the INEN (National Institute of Neoplasic Diseases) Daily I see all the misery and horror experienced by the Peruvian people, a very unfortunate situation complicated further by indifference, intolerance and bureaucracy. It is inhuman what these people must endure.
Hurting the life of another human being due to laziness, job monotony, discrimination etc is very sad and regrettable.
Well my job as a human being and as a Christian is to solve their needs in some way.
For example, items that the SIS, (Integral Health System) does not cover I help negotiate for and obtain. I help end months of wait time.These people travel 18-24 hours on a bus from their home town to Lima. They arrive directly from the bus terminal to the hospital, wait for hours and when their turn finally arrives, the Doctor sees them and says: “return in 3 weeks.”
They have no place to stay and limited funds.
They are asked questions like:Do you have your own home? How many houses do you have? After filling out the form to prove their poverty they are told: “I’m sorry, you do not qualify”.
Imagine for a moment how they feel when they hear that answer?
With a timid nature and language problems and feeling hopeless and helpless the dejected applicant must ask for one place to sleep on the ground. The security people allow folks to lie down on the grass from 11 pm to 4 am, their dignity shattered. Not only are they far from home, facing cancer, lacking funds, now they must endure humiliation and rejection by the hospital system they hoped would help them.
Some must live for months outside on the ground until they can get an appointment.“We are not a hotel”. This is the answer I was given when I confronted the hospital administration. My question is why must sick people who receive or await CHEMOTHERAPY NEED TO BEG FOR THE SERVICES OF THE HOSPITAL?
All day long, lost in their ideas, crying, hungry, thirsty for not having any money to buy food or a bottle of water, they wonder could they drink water from the bathrooms? But the patients who receive chemo need ASEPSIS, a clean and bacteria free environment. They have cancer. They are away from their families.
Who will help them?
One night while attending the death bed of a friend of a family member, coming out of the emergency doors I saw these people lying on the ground, perhaps twenty persons.
Now they are in my heart and in my mind and are a part of my life every day. I do all I can to help these people and am eager to do more. What seems impossible is possible. NOW THEY SEEK ME AND ALWAYS FIND ME.
It is time to provide more help for these people. I am their voice, the one who fights for a bed, for their promised but seldom kept appointments and the one who has terrible problems with the hospital staff. Rather than receive support, consideration and care these people receive indifference, contempt and humiliation.
The most horrible problem for these brothers and sisters besides all of the above is the lack of BLOOD AND PLATELETS.
The Motive and My Inspiration to write this letter is called Love, a Love given me by God.
Imagine for a moment that you are that poor person, far from home, alone and with LEUKEMIA. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. YOU FEEL COMPLETELY LOST AND OVERWHELMED. NOW SOMEHOW YOU MUST PROVIDE YOUR OWN BLOOD AND PLATELETS TO EVEN GET TREATMENT OR BE SEEN BY A DOCTOR.
You have no family or friend to donate blood for you and no money to buy the blood you need.The blood bank of the hospital does not give blood to those who are not HOSPITALIZED and IF IT IS AN EMERGENGY the condition is to RETURN THE BLOOD YOU — USE. What a terrible situation. In the case of the AMBULATORY patients the only option is to BUY BLOOD AND PLATELETS. It is a vicious circle with no way out.
The big question is WHO WILL GIVE ME THE MONEY TO BUY ONE UNIT AND IF I NEED MORE WHAT THEN? Many choose to return to their village to die or watch their children die, their husbands, their wives, family members who will soon be left behind.
THE RESPONSE OF THE BLOOD BANK IS “SORRY WE DO NOT HAVE BLOOD AND PLATELETS FOR YOU TODAY”.
My dear FRIENDS, today I am writing to request your help on behalf of these Men, Women and Children, an older Adult that could be your friend, your own relative, your grandpa, your grandma.
My plan for this project is to summon and recruit as donors all the armed forces of PERU: the Marines, Airforce, Army, National Police etc.
THESE VALIANT MEN AND WOMEN ARE HEALTHY AND STRONG.
I WILL EXPLAIN TO THEM AS I HAVE TO YOU. I WILL MOTIVATE THEM TO SAVE A LIFE WITH YOUR HELP.
I WILL EXPLAIN CANCER AFFECTS US ALL. CANCER HAS NO REGARD FOR THOSE WHO ARE RICH OR POOR. RACE OR COLOR OR SOCIAL STATUS, EDUCATED OR NOT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.
My goal is to recruit thirty donors or more a month.
The poorest of the poor who are facing cancer should not have to do so alone and without help. With your help these people can come without fear and without shame and receive the Blood and Platelet Units they need.
What a beautiful purpose, that in their despair, these people can have a bit of calm and rest assured knowing that they will have blood and platelets. Only God knows what my heart feels when writing this letter. I have so much more to tell and explain so that you can understand what I feel and what these people feel. I really hope when you help and fight for a purpose like this, you can experience the smiles and thank you notes that I, sister Laurita, have experienced so many times.
Now my service is to touch generous hearts and knock on doors. I implore you to help me. Make this great project possible.
Well now I say goodbye thanking you in advance for your kind attention.
Chocolate Bar Mission