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Meet Beverly Walker Johansson. Many of you will know her already. Beverly (‘Bev’) was one half of the great wife and husband team that made up the wonderfully named Imagination Unlimited International with her husband Lars, the driving force behind the extraordinary duty free success of Canada’s Inniskillin IceWine through the late 90s and early 2000s.
Lars sadly passed away in 2009, and is still mourned and loved by many, most of all, of course, by Bev.
Like all widows, Bev has had it hard since but she remains one of life’s most vibrant, resilient, forward-looking people. Bev loves people and people love Bev.
So here’s the thing. Bev has cancer. Breast cancer. She’s public about it, upfront about it. She’s been through surgery and she’s now going through chemotherapy. Like anyone who has undergone chemo will know, Bev’s doing it tough. But then she’s tough. These are the hard yards but with every day that goes by, she’s a little bit closer to being well again, to beating the bully.
All things pass Bev, all things pass. I know. Five years ago last Monday, I had my cancer taken away in a seven-hour operation at the Royal Marsden Hospital. Heck, look at me today, I’m older and uglier than ever.
Before you know it you’ll be out hiking again and standing (not so damn close to the edge please!) on that incredible rock formation (below) in the wilds you adore.
I tell this story for a specific reason. This month is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Readers of our media will have noticed that we turned our titles pink in honour of this critical initiative driven by The Estée Lauder Companies to help prevent this cursed disease that blights so many lives.
This year’s theme is ‘Every Action Counts’ and I salute it as I salute Bev. So I want anyone who’s read this far to carry out a simple action. Tonight, please, wherever you are in the world, across oceans and continents, light a candle for Bev. She won’t be able to see the candles but I tell you she’ll feel their warmth.