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My Name is Rafael Garcia I am writing to you to express a concern for a story I hope you might want to help get out. Ive written to many people trying to tell our story but no one has responded or listened. I am a cancer survivor and I have a brother whose name is David Garcia. We are from Lake Andes, South Dakota. My brother passed away on August 21, 2007 from Acute Leukemia (Cancer).We both has the same cancer but before he passed away the small community of Lake Andes, South Dakota raised money to donate for him and our families struggles with the affects of going through something like this. Along with this they proclaimed a day in his honor, in which, is David Garcia Day.
We celebrate LIFE, LOVE, HOPE, FAITH AND MOST OF ALL LOVE. I know there our many stories out there just like his. But what makes his story different is he is a Young Native American and from a community based on racial trials. The community came together to help this young boy in his struggle to want to live this life. Sometimes we take this life for granted but they gave him little hope and he gave a lot of people the same thing in return. I will be sending a story my mom wrote on behalf of my brother. Hopefully you or someone could take an interest in our story. Thank You and God Bless YOU...
Through all this my mother stood by her son only to end up homeless. Shes been through divorce, poverty, homelessness, to losing her son, brother and her father and her family(divorce) all within the last ten years. As her son it breaks my heart everyday to see my mom struggle everyday. She cant provide for herself because she cant go back to nursing. She has a degree in nursing but cant do that work yet because it reminds her of her son. She helps others more than she ever helps herself. We as a family try to stand together but when you come from poverty it makes it twice as hard. We all believe in Jesus. He keeps us going everyday.
I just wish and pray someday someone will listen to our story and help ease our mother's burdens. Or just to listen....
To Whom It May Concern:
I needed to write and tell my story because if it’s not done, no one will know. No one can tell this story but me. I see signs everyday in Jesus that David truly blessed me and his family. It’s just hard to decide what direction I need to go in. I began this story countless times. I pondered over exactly what and how to say things. The one thing that forever stays in my mind is the fact that David’s story needed to be told. I am a 54 year old American Indian woman, enrolled in the Crow Creek Sioux Tribe in South Dakota. Some of my accomplishments are as follows: I was a wife for 24 years, I was a single mom of eight children since 1996, I became a Registered Nurse in 1990 and my finest accomplishment is being the school nurse for the Crow Creek Tribal Schools, Stephan, South Dakota for ten years, (1996-2006). The relationships I acquired will forever stay with me. I feel no greater attainment when being recognized and hugged by the school children I cared for.
David Jocko Garcia was born in Yankton, South Dakota on a cold and frigid afternoon February 12, 1991. He was the eighth child that heard my heartbeat, my fifth son. The brother of three sisters, (Tonya, Sissy, Chrissy) and four brothers (Antonio, Rafael, Fernando, Tracy), he would also become the step brother to two more brothers and three sisters. His immediate tiospaye (extended family) would enlarge to ten nephews and two nieces.
Challenger, warrior, believer in Jesus, my friend, these are a few words that I use to describe my son, David. I am forever grateful, forever awed by the determination of a young son who was diagnosed with a terrible, awful, ugly disease of Leukemia, which began the fight of a champion. Countless times my son, David, fought the great battle of trying to stay in this world. He was only seven years old on Mother’s Day in 1998 when this disease became apparent in our lives once again. Earlier in our life, in 1978 this disease tried to claim one of my older sons, Rafael. In 1979, at the age of 9 months, my son Rafael Lance fought this monster.
Now, this is a completely different story, but not to diminish Rafael’s battles, this story is about David. Countless times the main question of why two of my sons can have the same disease roamed through the deep dark crevices of my mind? Where was this light to lighten these dark images? What do I do?? Who do I believe in? Why do I feel so alone? Where is my heart? It feels so broken. This happens only in the stories of magazines and books or to other people. Not to me. Statistics of the morbidity of this disease gave us all the uplift in our hearts to know that there was such a gigantic chance that my son David would defeat this disease, such as his brother, whom now is a blessed survivor of 31 years. It never occurred to me that my son would lose one of his battles. I forever just simply believed that this monster would be defeated, such with the knowledge of David’s determination and Rafael’s history. Rafael was considered CURED in 1989.
The belief that David would triumph and beat this disease was always in the utmost corners in my mind. It never occurred to me that David would cease to exist in this world before me, I was taught to believe that parents were the first to leave this world. David endured three years of chemotherapy, after initially reaching “remission”, which meant no traces of the leukemia, was evident in his bone marrow. In 2006, when everyone was celebrating Mother’s Day, David was being told he relapsed with this awful disease, and the battles began again. He was always the first to say “let’s fight this, we did it before, we can do it again”. My thoughts, my feelings, my heart believed and never faltered in my support for my son. Another round of chemotherapy and this time we will be trying a bone marrow transplant. Arrangements were made for David’s immediate siblings for blood tests to determine if a match could be found to help David. David’s sister, Sissy Marie, age 20 was found to be a perfect match. “WooHoo!! We’re on our way to Minneapolis, to the University of Minnesota-Fairview, to have a Bone Marrow Transplant” on October 3, 2006. Remarkably, the bone marrow transplant was considered a success, and it was reported by our doctors when it became time to be discharged, David did not experience any marked febrile temperatures, but rather sailed through the time we were hospitalized.
Where do I begin with the story of a remarkable young man that wanted to stay in this world where he felt so protected and loved by a family, a huge tiospaye of people and friends that loved David and caused them to think and pray about God and his miracle of life. Many people took the time to pray and think of God when David’s name was mentioned. A young man that bridged a humongous gap between cultures that was historically prejudicial in nature in all aspects of life. Remarkably, a small town in eastern South Dakota became united in the effort to help a young American Indian in his battle against a terrible disease. Negative stereotypes about American Indians fostered a hurt between the cultures with numerous conflicts and much misunderstanding. A legacy follows this young man, whom people honored with a special day set aside, to remember his struggles and his extraordinary battles to remain in this life. July 29, 2006 was proclaimed “DAVID GARCIA DAY” in support of David’s personal challenge, the city of Lake Andes, South Dakota motivated David by their support and pride for him. When this first day arrived, David was fighting one of his battles, he acquired a bacterial infection that became sepsis, and it was a very emotional time. It was a beautiful day, as all David’s family, his friends and the people of Lake Andes were showing their support with fun and games and raising money to help David., we were curled up in a hospital bed. I truly believe that this knowledge gave David the strength he needed to succeed from this battle. My own reaction to the news of the proclamation was SHOCK!! Living in South Dakota, and being an American Indian, life was difficult especially with race relations, and to hear that Charles Mix County, Lake Andes, South Dakota was honoring my son was just simply breathtaking and my thoughts of David bridging that gap were powerful...
A true inspiration to many people touched by his life. He was an ordinary young man that was extraordinary with the way he made people feel about themselves. A talented athlete that made football and basketball his pride and joy, not only playing, but any mention of the Philadelphia EAGLES or the love of Tracey McGrady would never diminish. Perhaps it was also the tremendous love of pro wrestling that fueled his passions of life. Monday nights were reserved to watching David’s face light up when wrestling came on the television, but also the smiles and laughter were there on Friday night, too. David’s smile is what I remember the most. Even the times he was so close to losing any battle, the smile was there, but his eyes told me different, countless times.
David’s quest for learning began at an early age, why not? He had many role models in his life to learn from, his brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents, nephews, nieces, friends, his wonderful teachers and his parents... Math was extremely his most gifted area, in 1998 David received an award from President George Bush for his accomplishments in Math with scoring Nationally in the 96th percentile....Countless stories of his remarkable ability to answer questions in current events firsthand or his ability to even know the teachers question firsthand?? He had an amazing photogenic mind. David was full of questions, never the one to just accept things such as they were, he questioned everything. David became a wise soul in a young body. A body that would fail him in his most triumphant battle.
David’s medical care began in Sioux Falls, South Dakota with chemotherapy. He then was transferred to Minneapolis, Minnesota, where he endured a bone marrow transplant. After hospitalization, we lived at the Ronald McDonald House, another blessing, while David recuperated. “This is the house where families meet to continue their lives, to eat and sleep, to find their strengths and dry their tears. Help them to look forward with hope to better years. This is the house that becomes their home. This is the home that LOVE built!” How true these words…Many heartfelt thanks to the Ronald McDonald House Charities, for their hospitality, this was indeed our HOME away from HOME. David’s team of specialists determined that he could go back to South Dakota in February of 2007. Officially leaving the Minneapolis area was quite emotional to leave the comfort and security, but all indications were considered remarkable, David was on his way to an extraordinary recovery once again. His dreams consisted of going back to school, playing football, basketball, tinkering with his PlayStation 3, and being around his family and friends. One day becoming a National Football Player for the Philadelphia Eagles & attending the University of Oklahoma
This is what we thought, but the disease had another agenda. David began complaining of his back hurting him soon after we got back to South Dakota. We became concerned, took David back to his doctors in Sioux Falls. Our doctors reassured us that David’s pain was muscular in nature and we were sent home. The pain never did leave him and by the end of April, we began the struggles all over again. A third relapse??!! “This can’t be happening” went through my mind over and over again; even as we were being airlifted back to Minneapolis on May1 will be our last. Our loving son, brother, nephew, grandson, friend fought his greatest battle and lost on August 21, 2007.
Special loving thanks again to the Argus Leader family, for all the encouraging and kind things we may receive on behalf of David. David’s Family truly sends their blessings throughout the Argus Leader Family We will use the generous words or help to continue to spread David’s Legacy for all those who choose to believe. We are forever grateful to those for giving us the opportunity to be able to celebrate life, faith, hope, love and most of all God with David’s Family & Friends on his special day. We are so fortunate, so grateful, so blessed to have been able to share this experience with the blessed people from Argus Leader.
If we could make one last request on behalf of David and all the children & families who have or will be going through what we have went through. We are in the process of starting a foundation to help support Native American Children & Families dealing with the affects of leukemia. If you could help in anyway we would appreciate all the help. Thank you for listening to our story and May God Bless You.
David Garcia Family
Cynthia K Loudner
1024 Clarice Drive
Pierre, South Dakota 57501
heres another story i wrote about david Once there was a little boy who was a gift from god to his family. He had some great friends, but his greatest friend was his mom. She was just different than…Continue
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