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"What Cancer Cannot Do” Prayer and Meditation Beads

This is another installment in my Amulets, Talismans and Charms series.

Before I moved back to Abilene last summer, I lived in the Dallas/Fort Worth area for 45 years. Gee, how can I be old enough to have lived anywhere that long? The last year and a half I was over there I worked at Cancer Care Services, an agency that serves people living at or near the poverty level who have cancer. On my first day at work we had a staff meeting, and at the end we all read the “What Cancer Cannot Do” prayer led by our program director and head social worker, Jane. It was and still is a teary-eyed moment.

After all these months in my new life, I still miss Jane and the social workers at CCS. They are dedicated, selfless and very hard working women who hold up, comfort and inspire the cancer patients and their loved ones.

This simple bracelet is a form of talisman that can be used to comfort  the person wearing it and help them focus their prayers and meditation while reading the poem. Sometimes it helps to have something to hold onto during prayer, and it’s also good to have a reminder to take a moment for a deep breath. The prayer card is helpful for when the words just don’t come.

I dedicate my work to my father who died of complications related to metastatic melanoma and to my daughter who is a melanoma survivor after being diagnosed when she was 23 years old, an unusual age for that diagnosis.

The bracelets can be purchased here or by clicking on the Lost Marbles Jewelry link at the top right of this page.

A portion of the proceeds from the sale of these bracelets will be donated to Cancer Care Services in Fort Worth and to Cancer Services Network in Abilene which, like CCS, is an agency that serves cancer patients and their caregivers and loved ones.

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