Daddy, Rest In The Father’s Arms Now: Forever our hero. We salute you

This evening from our folks room the sunset was the most amazing we have ever seen it.

It was a sign from our grand pops/husband/dad, our legend, our in case of emergency.

He knew he had to show us that he was happy and smiling.

Heaven truly put on a majestic display to welcome a new angel, our now guardian angel.

The shock slowly wears off at times and we are left shattered with very sore hearts.

Paul Campbell Robertson Bayvel, ‘Doll’ to mom, Daddy to us, Pops to his grandkids, papa bear to his nearest and springbok rugby legend to others.

We bid you farewell. We miss you with everything. Our hearts are shattered.

We love you infinity and a day.

Rest in the arms of our Heavenly Father.

Forever our hero. We salute you

Another Cancer Rodeo For Our Family, This Time With Our Dad, Paul Bayvel. Believing In A Miracle At The Significant Time Of Easter – On That Old Rugged Cross.

Tears stream, written in most part by the third heart in my life, my oldest sister Bronwyn Darné

@365wholesomedays 🙏🏼➕ this is possibly the first Easter we won’t spend with our dad. This part beautifully penned by @bronni_bee ”It has been a particularly hard day this year. Our family is apart because of the lockdown, and our dad, our pops, the king of our tribe, is in hospital and we are not able to visit. He was diagnosed earlier this year with stage 4 lung cancer (having spread to his spine). The prognosis is not good But we are standing on the Word and praying for a miracle. The significance of this day has overwhelmed me but simultaneously given me peace. For when we meet the deepest of our broken moments we know we are redeemed, and we will have peace and tender mercy.”

Bronni I love you. Every word is so true. What a time for a miracle at that ’old rugged cross’ – one of our pops favourite songs.

Jesus died for this reason so that all illness is gone, all pain and suffering He took.

Believing in His love and mercy for this miracle at this profound time; Easter is not lost on us.

We know our God is a Good Good Father one of miracles and wander. Even with our hearts laying broken on the floor.
Prayers and Faith are still holding us up, enabling us to be strong enough to believe in that promise made at Calvary 2020 years ago.

And of course to put back together the pieces of these shattered hearts so we can be warriors, fighting for a man we absolutely adore. Blessed more than words that we are so close a strong, Faith filled family able to fight the fight even after Debs 32 year battle.

Heavenly Daddy hold our father in your arms as he is alone, let him know you more and more.

Fill our hearts with your love & peace. Especially mom as he is her forever love.

Old things have ceased, at the cross, at the cross…..at that old rugged Cross.

Love Always

Jo-Jo
Becky

Something I To Am Guilty Of; Thinking Of Those Who Have Lost Their Lives, Those Who Have Love Lost One’s. To This Terrible Virus. MTDRIP

a sad society. i am a part of, & just as guilty.

we are so focused on the new both fake & real all day
we post & focus on comlaining about the lockdown & boredom all the time.

we focus on ourselves workouts & cleanouts & our staying safe.
we really focus only on ourselves… still.

how will we ever learn that this selfishness & loss of empathy has caused this world to become a place of war, fighting, sickness and despair.

I can count on one hand the number of posts, tweets etc that are for the victims & their loved ones.

please may we learn the lesson – love one another, care more for others than yourself.

treat our home, planet earth, with the utmost love & respect.

maybe then we can heal this planet.

Love always & a day

Jojo

A Dedication To An Angel On This Earth During Stressful Times. A Dedication To The Lady I Am Lucky Enough To Call My Momma

Momma & Me

Mom you are the epitome of an angel walking on earth.

You possess every single good and wonderful trait a mom, wife, sister, friend and daughter could possibly have.

You are, my momma, without a doubt the most selfless, caring, kind, loving & wonderful creation ever.

Your softness is pure and true and at 69 I’ve never known you to be anything but a gentle beauty, a loving momma, a radiant soul.

You have the external beauty and grace of a queen – without any surgical help – you literally stop people in their tracks as they are awed.

But it’s that inner beauty, that perfect person you are, that radiates and outshines even the external.

You simply glow with the loving light of our Daddy above.

Momma during this most trying time, our second rodeo, you have been the most incredible wife, whilst still being an amazing mom and friend.

My Momsy I hope one day I can be just an nth of the person you are (as we all got the Bayvel stubborn and temper how you cope I don’t know : ) ) it is my goal.

My mom, my muse, my best friend, my guardian angel. I love you!

I love you for eternity and a day. A little longer and so very much more.

Becky

Someone I Call My Hero Was Born Today, Daddy I Love You.

My daddy,


71 years old today from your youngest girl I wish my hero a happy birthday ( it’s not a birthday song but it’s our song… a little girl on her dads shoulders at a concert, years ago. A moment treasured forever in my heart).

Dad, I just simply adore you forever and a day, more than infinity ♾️ could imagine.

Who you are today, what you have achieved, what you have given us, the strength and guidance you provide, being right even when we want you to be wrong, loving us, being our superhero, our number one man, our hero and our protector.

Wow pops, you are all of those and so so very much more.

Pops, YOU are my inspiration and my mentor my always in case of emergency.

I don’t think any man will ever match up to you unless he is some kind of perfect.

My birthday wish for you, is that this following year and the next bring plenty to follow.

That God grants you your every hearts desire and so much more.

You are an incredible man daddy, and I pray that God blesses you always, more then we can imagine as that’s only a little of what you deserve.

This little girl loves you always and forever.

Far higher than the Heavens above, far deeper than the oceans depth.

My number one.
I love you too much.
God Bless you forever


Becky

From Cancer to Corona: What to do when your world breaks By My SuperTalented Cousin Maya Amoils

A MUST read
Brilliant Maya Amoils proudest older cuz.

I, like I’m sure everyone reading this, have been completely overwhelmed with shock, fear, frustration and total angst in the wake of the past few weeks. I have felt like a living paradox: OK, but not OK; alone, but not alone; exhausted, but stir crazy. It’s been rainy and gloomy for countless days in LA. To say it feels like the end of the world here is not an exaggeration.

Amidst it all, I’ve had friends and family reaching out to check in on me, worried that my compromised immune system puts me into one of the “at -risk groups.” In responding to them, I’ve been struck by the many parallels between what the world is experiencing right now and what I felt learning I had stage four cancer.

The world has been given a disease that is turning our reality upside down, testing our mental toughness, and scaring the living shit out of us. This disease hasn’t discriminated between celebrities, athletes or the elderly. It has made us incredibly paranoid of germs — particularly at grocery stores. It is preventing us from celebrating a lot of life’s tentpole moments — weddings, birthdays, concerts — in the ways we hoped to. It has made us feel like 11 years happen in a single day. It has forced us to constantly live in a state of the unknown. It has forced us to face mortality.

It’s a disease that is so unthinkable and awful, you wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. But if the coronavirus is anything like cancer, it also means there is a lot here for us to learn.

Cancer has, without a doubt, been my greatest teacher. It has humbled me, made me more compassionate, more forgiving, more self-aware. Part of that is largely thanks to a perspective my other great life teacher, Oprah, ingrained into my head years ago: approach every challenge with the question, “What is this here to teach me?”

Here are some of the lessons I’ve learned confronting my own diagnosis that I am re-learning again in today’s climate:

There is no rulebook on how to do this. And there is no perfect patient. I was inundated with information on my disease and I was flooded with recommendations on how to fight it — both mentally and physically. My saving grace, above and beyond everything else, has been choosing to filter and navigate the journey in a way that feels best for me. Although they have provided amazing counsel, my parents, sister, best friends, and doctors haven’t been able to tell me how I should fight this disease in the way that’s right for me. My biggest job has been to ask myself with everything I do: Is this nourishing for me? Only I can find the right balance between what to Google, what to read, and when to shut off; when to drink green juice and when to eat cookie dough; when to watch Netflix and when to journal. I’ve personally never found any fulfillment in the extremes, only the space in the middle.

There’s no “going back to normal.” I fought for so long for my life to get “back to normal.” For my hair to grow back. For my stomach to process food the way it did. For my energy to be what it was. But none of those things will ever be what they were. I will live the rest of my life with the side effects of cancer and I have to adjust to a new normal — a normal that changes gradually yet rapidly every day. I haven’t found much good in longing for the way things were. Instead, when I see a photo of myself from the past, or pine for a distant memory, I put on a good song and I let those memories play like a music video in my head. I applaud them and cheer for them and thank them for happening. Like Marie Kondo, I thank them and discard them with joy — I tell them I hope we meet in the future in an even better shape and form.

When I start to spiral, I breathe and repeat a mantra. The first week of my diagnosis, I was terrified at every little pang of pain in my body. When I felt any inclination of a headache, I thought, “Oh shit, it’s in my brain.” If my thumb throbbed, I thought, “Must be the cancer. “ I have been back there many times this week. “Was that a hot flash or a fever? Am I nauseous from chemo or because I’m getting sick?” When I’ve found myself going there, because of physical symptoms or simply because I’m just too mentally exhausted by everything, I breathe and feel my feet. I tell myself what I have been telling myself for over a year: No matter what happens, I’ll handle it — whether that is how to get food or, heaven forbid, toilet paper.

Laughter is like mental oxygen. Breathe it in, too. I do believe things can be fun, even when they are terrifying. I believe that because I have made some of my best memories in hospital rooms. But on the days it feels like there is nothing to laugh about, I like to keep a bank of stories in my head that never fail to make me laugh out loud. When I trigger those memories, I’m reminded not to take the seriousness too seriously. This week, more than ever, laughter has helped me breathe when I feel like I’m suffocating. And in this new reality, I know I need to consciously make time for that. I’ve felt, deep in my bones, that things will be OK during the ridiculous dance parties I’ve had by myself in my apartment to Justin Timberlake. In these moments, I’m reminded of the power of the age-old adage, “Laughter really is the best medicine.”

Everyday heroes are all around us. I can be one of them and I can also benefit from them. I’m endlessly inspired by the angels I’ve met in my hardest moments —– from the hospital porters who have wheeled me to scans and somehow made me feel at ease, to nurses who have found time to do crossword puzzles with me amongst busy shifts. I’m similarly inspired by my colleagues who are working tirelessly right now to create resources for people to live and make the most of their time at home. I’m inspired by my local friends who have created things like Santa Monica Community Helpers to provide groceries to the sick and elderly. I’m amazed by people I have never met but admire on social media (like @blackfairygodmother), the people who have spread real joy across Italy and the people who have worked out on their balconies in Spain. And living and working where I do, I realize how much privilege I have in this moment and I feel an immense responsibility to be like these people: to help bring the world what it needs to get better. On the other side of the coin, I know I’m sick and, as a result, there are a lot of things I need help with right now, too. I’m learning how to say yes to those things, even though it feels hard and awkward. I have immense gratitude and appreciation for everyone who has offered to help me, checked in on me, and been part of the community of everyday heroes who have carried me up to today (yourselves included). Because of them, I’m reminded of the power of what we’ve known from being on any airplane: “Put on your own oxygen mask before you put on anyone else’s.”

Gratitude can get me through this. When I started gratitude journaling years ago, I just wrote down three things I was grateful for each night. Now, I usually can’t stop without filling up a whole page. The beauty of this practice has been that, over time, it has revealed what I so easily take for granted. Developing a strong gratitude practice has shown me that cultivating appreciation for the little things, not the big shiny ones, make up the very fabric of happiness and inner-peace. When I was first going through chemo and had to use cold caps to prevent hair loss, I was not allowed to touch my hair for nine months. The first time I could take a shower and wrap my hair in a towel felt like pure glee. So I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when I can touch my face again without complete terror.

Evolution does not come from comfort zones. Eckhart Tolle said that and I’ve known it to be true. I never thought this would be the case, but most days, I can comfortably say that I have more gratitude for what cancer has given than anger for what it’s taken away. But that is a battle I have to fight every single day. And its victory doesn’t come easy. At times this disease has, quite literally, brought me to my knees in pain. It has made me nostalgic and bitter and resentful. It has tested every ounce of my physical and mental resilience. But I also believe that it has broken me in all the ways I’ve needed to heal. I like to believe I will help make the world a better place because of what it has taught me.

The universe speaks to us in whispers and then in shouts. Oprah said that and I’ve also known it to be true. I really do believe life keeps handing you the same lessons in grander and more complex ways until you learn them. I am finding that living in isolation only intensifies that. Every relationship is strained and every task feels hard to complete. But what cancer, and now COVID-19, has whispered to me over and over is: What matters most is love. Be love. Radiate love. That’s the most important thing.

When everything shouts too loudly: Relax. Trust. Go downstream. When I initially got my diagnosis, I thought I would work through it. So much of my life had always been defined by my career, I was overwhelmed imagining who I would be without it. But once I relaxed, I saw that having time off was important medicine for me. For once, I explored things driven by pure curiosity, not because I was trying to accomplish a certain goal. I’m forever grateful for the way those experiences expanded my worldview. Today, I’m back at Google/YouTube, and working alongside heroic colleagues to navigate how we can help respond in this crisis. Now, I find it almost impossible to turn off at any moment of the day. I find myself thinking with every email or virtual meeting: Making this happen could literally change the trajectory of the world…there’s no time to brush my teeth. There is so much heightened urgency around everything, it feels like there is no time to just be. But then I remember that this is the mindset that put my body into a constant state of stress and likely contributed to me getting sick in the first place. And here that lesson is again. This is so much bigger than me —– than any one person. All I can do is influence what is in my control. So now I imagine I’m floating down a river, and I surrender. I remind myself that my real job is not to grasp for anything upstream — it’s to have faith and to have fun on the ride.

Non-negotiable routines and commitments to myself will keep me sane. It hasn’t been easy to do all the things I’ve needed to do to stay healthy: to fast when I’d much rather be eating pizza, to find the energy to work out on days after chemo, to choose to meditate rather than power through my to-do list. But I know those are the things that have laid the foundation for my wellness. Today, I am re-committing to not missing out on the basics that I know keep me calm in the storm: sleeping, eating well, working out, and meditating. I’m also committing to a few things I’ve found establish a sense of calm and normalcy amongst the chaos:

Making my bed every morning and cleaning my kitchen/living room every night.

Maintaining a physical appearance in the same way I would if I were leaving the house —– which, sadly, means getting out of sweatpants sometimes.

Limiting multi-tasking as much as possible — which means keeping one browser tab open at a time.

Responding to text messages and e-mails in batches, so I don’t feel drowned by the need to always respond to everything immediately (so apologies if I’m slow!)

Most importantly, I’m committing to praying for the world to be healed every day.

I pray that this moment awakens us to the importance of living lives of compassion, for ourselves and everyone we meet. That we pay every person who delivers us a package or bags our groceries with appreciation and kindness.

I pray that this compassion brings us to a moment of unprecedented global unity. That it becomes the backbone of how we rebuild our businesses and communities.

I pray that our time in isolation brings us closer to deeply knowing and loving ourselves, and deeply knowing/loving each other. That it brings about new forms of innovation, creativity, and art.

I pray that huge unexpected good comes from the difficulty of this moment. That fewer flights will help the environment heal. That using social media to connect with and uplift each other helps us to recognize its real value.

I pray that every grueling day reminds us to be grounded and present in each moment. I pray that every time we wash our hands, we wash away all that we need to let go of.

I pray that the world will break in all the ways it has needed to heal. And that we send it the love and light it needs to fill the cracks. Gearing up for my 16th chemo cycle tomorrow, I’m filled with endless gratitude for how this community has helped to fill my own.

With love,

Maya

Debbie Lee Bayvel a journey against all odds – A Story Of A Legend Like None You Will Ever Hear –


So it begins.
I am honoured to not only be this hero’s ‘little’ sister, but to have the opportunity to be the main author of her book & life.

9 years old diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma (2% survival rate)
Chemotherapy that did not work.
Heart failure.
11 years old a secondary on her head.
My tiny angel given her death sentence.
Maybe months, weeks or days… no more.
A fighter with Faith penning a letter that with Her Daddy above she would survive.

No skull
Half a pelvis
Ribs & a piece of her lung
Veins, muscles, skin
All removed.

20 odd years in remission with one hiccup

70 major reconstructive ops some over 11 hours

1 more to go.

42 years old – ALIVE

She is whole. She is my muse. My strength. My support system. The ying to my yang. My hero. My legend.
My sister.

Debbie Lee Bayvel
Cancer warrior
Cancer survivor
Medical miracle
Faith Driven
Child of God

Thank you for choosing me. I will make you proud sis.

Love always & a day more than that

JoJo Bayvel