Hope Alone

Cancer survivors of more than 75 different types of cancer volunteer for CanCare to provide emotional support to those currently facing cancer.

You are Not Meant to Endure Cancer Alone

A patient is matched with a CanCare volunteer for one-on-one emotional support based on a variety of criteria including cancer site, treatments, age, and gender. Generally, support is provided over the phone and sometimes through email, and we encourage those who are matched with someone in the same geographical area to make an effort to meet in person. CanCare knows that when a patient is going through treatment, it can be difficult and emotional for loved ones as well, so we also have caregivers of survivors ready to provide emotional support to caregivers of cancer patients. If you have a loved one who has been diagnosed with cancer and you need someone to talk to, CanCare can match you with a caregiver of a cancer survivor for one-on-one emotional support.

CanCare volunteers regularly visit cancer patients in Houston area hospitals through our Hospital Visitation Program. Our volunteers help patients and their caregivers feel cared for, by serving as a partner to the medical team and offering emotional support beyond their medical needs.

If you have to climb a mountain, it's helpful to talk with someone who has climbed it before. When you race with Team CanCare, you are providing hope to individuals diagnosed with cancer and helping to ensure that no one has to endure cancer alone. When you choose CanCare, you choose hope. A Survivor by your side An empowering video of the impact and hope of having a CanCare volunteer survivor by your side.

Here's one stand-out submission from Hope D. She has been selected for the Bridgeover, and we all might be in danger.

Fires burst into being all around me. The raspy voice seemed to be connected to a parched and scalded lump on the ground. I peered at it closely, then jumped back in abject horror as I realized what it really was. The burnt, charred remains of my mother. Her face was a blackened wasteland, rendering her almost unrecognizable. Her hand, groping in the ash next to me, reached and grasped my pant leg firmly in her grasp. I could only stand there petrified, as the nearly dead body of my mother gazed at me pleadingly. You have the gun. Put me out of my misery. I pulled the trigger. I watched with terror as the bullet screamed through the air between us, and heard the sickening thunk as the lead ball entered her head.

She was dead before her head hit the ground. I slowly looked down. Her eyes, which had been gazing at me, pleading, were now full of hatred, hatred and disappointment for the daughter that killed her own mother. Her eyes seemed to grow bigger, filling my vision.

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It was then that I woke up. Bolting upright, gasping frantically in the cold dark air, I blinked, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. I scrunched my eyes tightly closed again. It took me very little time to remember that in this time, reality was far more terrifying and horrific than any nightmare. It was the fourth week that I had been trapped in the alternate dimension, where everything had started out normal enough. The year was , in early October, when I had suddenly fallen deep, deep into the earth.

The space I had fallen into was dark, damp, and tiny, immediately making me claustrophobic. Things had gone downhill from there. While it had only been a few days, I shortly found out that the hole I had fallen into was inhabited by things far worse than any imagination could dream up. My mother had fallen in after me, and quickly succumbed to the plague-like disease that was so common down here.

I dreamt about it constantly. The few days after I arrived lead from one nightmare to another. I learned how to survive, but only barely. You see, I was not the first person to live down here. On the first night, I witnessed what comes after dark. As soon as the sun goes down, past victims come out, creeping, crawling and shivering in the dark. I would have to go out this night.

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I was not looking forward to it. Stretching my arms, I sat up in the makeshift bed I had made. I glanced around the small cave that had become home for me. The calendar I had made was pinned on one wall, and there was a small shelf below it. Throwing on the only pair of clothes I had, I peeked outside.

The watery sun hung low in the west, the light barely filtering through the air, which was thick with ash and dust. The world around me looked like the aftermath of a war zone. However, that what comes out after dark is so much worse. I sat on the ground, listening to the flies buzzing around corpses on the ground. The one closest to me was nearly gone, just a bit of white skull showing through the decaying flesh. The smell was unbearable. The sun slowly sank out of sight, and I shivered in the cold. The last shred of light gave up, and I was plunged into darkness. It was then that I heard them.

A low, mournful howl split through the icy air, sending cold fingers of dread sliding up my spine. A howl sounded off to my left, but at the same time, I could hear them coming from the right. My breath was coming in short, painful gasps. Fear and deathly cold alike clawed at my lungs, willing me to give in. A misty cloud slowly crept along the ground towards me. I realized that I was so, so unprepared.

I should had waited, should have studied them more. All I knew about these things was that they feared the light. Reaching into the hole behind me, I groped around.

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My hand found the lantern I had stored there. I swung it around, only to be paralyzed by fear. At least twenty of the creatures I feared the most were creeping, crawling, and slithering towards me… I swung the lantern at the nearest creature. Its eyes, which were a deep, hypnotizing black, glittered menacingly at me. I found myself getting curiously weak and sleepy. In a haze, my legs seemed to move me of their own accord. They propelled me toward the hulking hairy spider.

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As I walked towards it, I kicked over the lantern sitting besides me. The light went out. As one, the living nightmares surged towards me. I was helpless, simply waiting as they converged upon me. I got a blurry, dizzied confusion of images; fangs, bones sticking out of decaying bodies, needles razor sharp with use, swords, grinning skeletons, and a few mangy, obviously rabid wolves.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. My head was pounding, sending sharp bursts of pain that made me cry out.