On October 12 I went to my GP to check up on my bloated belly, just to find out it’s Stage 3 Lymphoma (non-hodgkins). After an initial shock, I have been inspired by the diagnosis to embark on my own journey to heal myself naturally. Since then I am finding new insights daily, who fit into the puzzle of cancer. I have started blogging about it (if anyone is interested: www.hoibythesea.wordpress.com). I can truthfully say that I don’t feel a trace of fear, I’m pain-free (apart from the itchy legs, a symptom of it), I have more energy than before, because of my healthy all organic, sugar-, and carb-free diet (and no processed food, of course)…and many other natural remedies and therapies. It has been a most rewarding journey, which takes up many hours and has forced me to stop working – until last week, when I did work again with a lovely young client from Bathurst at the Entrance. I had been wondering, if I should stop work for longer, when I received this letter from a beautiful young lady I had worked with several years ago. It has inspired me to go back to work as soon as possible. Thank you, Josephine!!
Hi Barbara, it’s Josephine Daly – I’m not sure if you will remember me but I certainly remember the person who changed my life physically and mentally. When I was little I just thought not being able to spell and read was normal, but as I grew older the other kids in my class just seemed to pick up and know everything so quickly. As I got older, teachers started to give me “special treatment” (which I hated ) and soon enough the other kids in my class started to look down on me, and didn’t want to work will me.
I still remember the first time mum sat me down and told me she had been looking into a lady called Barbara Hoi who might be able to help me read and write. At this time I had no idea I had dyslexia. Soon enough mum told me she had booked 3 days in Sydney with you. I think I was just exited that this lady could change my life, which is what happened. We had to wait about one or two months before mum said we could go, and OMG that was one of the longest one/two months of my life. About three week before we were about to leave I remember coming home from school and just crying. I don’t exactly know what I was crying about. Maybe because I was angry at the teachers and myself. Every time I asked a teacher to spell a word she would say “sound it out”. I always tried so hard to sound it out again, but it just made me more confused and angry. By this time I just thought there is no use in trying when I’m not getting any smarter. Every day I would pray that I didn’t have to read out loud. Just the thought of that made me sick. Words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth and would sometimes switch around.
When it came time to leave for Sydney, I didn’t tell anyone, not even my best friend that I was visiting you. Finally the day had come to meet you for the first time. I remember sitting down and the first thing you said to me was, ‘how are you?’ and I said ‘good’. You then replied, ‘How are you really going, what are your worries?’ I normally don’t open up to anyone about school and, at this point, how much I hated it. As the morning progressed I had made my clay alphabet and myself. For lunch we drove down to the beach and you showed me a beautiful island. Whilst we when finding a spot to sit you asked if I have every had caramel ice-cream before and I had replied no. When you came back from getting your lunch, you surprised me with a caramel ice-cream. After that moment I realized that you didn’t just want to help me, but you wanted to be my friend. When we got back from lunch I remember telling myself to really try and focus because for once in my life someone actually cared how I felt and how I went in school (other than my family). You showed me a Harry Potter book, and I just thought this woman is crazy, I can’t read that. Sure enough that book was the first book I had ever competed in my life.
After that trip I was going so well teaching myself in class and people started to work with me again. We decided to book again to the Entrance for maths. I remember being so happy when I completed some large number divided by another (5.2439588312 ÷ 3.2225). I am now a 14 year old girl that can read, write and complete large maths equations. I am in year eight at Mater Dei Catholic Collage with great grades and amazing friends. Mum, Dad sat me down before high school and said it’s up to you if you want to tell the school you have dyslexia. I chose not to because I didn’t want to repeat what happened in primary school. So far One teacher knows and that’s because she guessed, and because I was struggling it was because how I did things and how I worked. I ended getting first in the year for that subject because she understood what it was like to think like me.
Barbra you are an amazing woman that has been the angel to so many kids and adults just like me. You showed me who I truly am and will always be and how to except that. There aren’t enough words to describe you. I am truly and utterly thankful that I was able to meet someone like you in my life. When I heard you were sick it nearly brought me to tears, but then I remember you are one of the strongest and bravest woman I have ever met. I mean I am talking about BARBARA HOI. No one can ever replace the spot you have in my heart and I will always remember what you have done for me. I know that you will approach this is a positive way and you have already shown that you are extremely brave.
My life, this world is will never be the same. Even someone in the street that you said hello to, should be great full, because they just met a true angel. You have been a great large part of who I am and who I will grow to be. Growing up with the knowledge you have given me has dramatically inspired to be true to myself and except who I am and except others.
You were the light to my darkness and the love to my heart. Barbara, I will never forget what you have done to me and I will never forget you. I love you so much. Stay strong.
I Love you to the moon and back.
From Josephine Daly