Official Website: www.cansa.org.za
Mrs South Africa is proud to support CANSA the official Charity of Mrs South Africa. Mrs South Africa hosts an Annual CANSA Gala Dinner. This spectacular, glamorous occasion, held in aid of CANSA is held at Emperors Palace, and this year’s event was attended by over 1500 guests.
As part of their duties, our Mrs South Africa finalists hold a ‘Cuppa for CANSA’ where awareness and funds are raised for this worthy cause.
Every year, CANSA chooses a candidate from our finalists to be crowned ‘Mrs Charity’ who’s main responsibility is then to work with CANSA on behalf of Mrs South Africa. Mrs South Africa has raised over R1m in 2016 and 2015 for CANSA.
My Lump In The Road #MyStory
When Mrs South Africa CEO, Joani Johnson made the decision to support The Cancer Association of South Africa as our official charity, I remember writing a press release, something along the lines of having chosen CANSA as cancer did not discriminate, even as I wrote the words, I never dreamed that cancer wouldn’t discriminate against me.
I am a health insurers dream. I am healthy and having chosen to opt out of motherhood I had never been admitted to hospital, for anything. I am not quite adventurous enough to ever suffered a sporting injury and I have great genes, no significant family history of anything noteworthy, my grandmother, who I loved, did die of cancer at the age of 77, but her ‘negligence’ in obtaining such a disease was regarded a product of old age and nothing to do with the integrity of our superior gene pool.
So the morning I felt a strange hard-ish lump in my left breast, my thoughts were, why am I feeling my breast anyway? I wasn’t officially examining my breast when I felt the lump, my hand just ‘found’ its way there, it felt a little odd, but I wasn’t particularly worried.
After not a little encouragement from my husband I made an appointment to see my GP. I arrived, rather embarrassed, for the consultation, walking into the Dr’s surgery, I blurted out ‘my husband made me come’, after all, nobody likes a time waster and I was sure my being there was an over-reaction and it was important that she know I am not a paranoid neurotic.
My GP was wonderful, she took me very seriously, examined my lump and declared it ‘a little bit harder than I would like’, and insisted I make an appointment for a mammogram.
While the mammogram was uncomfortable, it wasn’t as horrendous as some say, I was still feeling rather blasé. I am not sure the mammogram revealed anything, and I was back on the bed for a scan. The Dr asked if I had ever had any surgery on my breasts. I giggled a ‘no’, tempted to reply that ‘Yes, I was a AAA but am now a full A cup’.
When my Mark was 15 months old, like every evening, I tickled him to sleep. This night was different, and would change our lives forever: this night I felt a lump in his abdomen as he stretched back falling asleep.
I went cold and the first words out my mouth were “Dear Lord, pleas not a tumour!” Still to this day I don’t know how intuitively knew, but I did.
I called the local GP that evening who reassured me children’s organs grow at different accelerations during the first few years and that is was probably and enlarged liver and that it was nothing to worry about.
I tried to sleep that night, but I couldn’t.
We were at the GP’s rooms first thing the next morning. It was inconclusive, and he sent us to our pediatrician. The pediatrician told us it was not the liver but the kidney that was enlarged and that she wanted to run some tests to determine why it was so.
I went cold.
I went numb.