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Tributes >> Jyoti Naidu Mathew
Aug
6 1952 – May 28th (29th in
India) 2001
A
Tribute to Courage and Friendships

When
Breast Cancer strikes close to home, it is merciless and
indiscriminate. In October 1998, my best friend and soul
mate of 32 years, Jyoti Naidu Mathew underwent a rushed
mastectomy in Bangalore and plunged head on into what
turned out to be an uphill battle against the spread of
the cancer. On Memorial Day, May 28th 2001,
she passed away. For over two years, those of us who
hold her dear to us watched helplessly, feeling
inadequate and humbled, as she faced battle after
battle, going through grueling chemotherapy and
radiation with dignity, strength and fortitude. Between
battles, she did her best to give all of us a semblance
of normalcy.
I
first met Jyoti Naidu in the summer of 1969 when we were
both young impressionable teenagers embarking on our
college careers in Bangalore, India. We were full of
grit and determination along with the all the trimming
of youth that believed that the world was our oyster and
we would determine what pearls it produced for us. For
32 years, we shared a friendship that never faltered,
even when oceans and continents separated us. Her family
became my family too, and her siblings fondly dubbed me
the ‘family extension’. With the passage of time, we
both married and had children of our own, and as age and
experiences mellowed us we continued to share a deep
friendship and affection that rejoiced in our meetings
back in India whenever I visited.
In
the days following her mastectomy, after the tears had
dried up and I had planted an eternal bed of daffodils,
I was looking into resources for life after mastectomy
and living with breast cancer. As she ploughed through
her first course of intensive chemotherapy, positive
thoughts turned to the physical aspects of post
mastectomy life, including reconstructive surgery and
post mastectomy wear. This opened a door for me to the
HERS Foundation and ‘Bras for Body & Soul’ here
in Fremont, California--two resources that have been a
tremendous source of physical and emotional support for
me and for Jyoti through her uphill battle with breast
cancer. Tricia and Cheryl of the HERS Foundation were
also my local pillars, often helping me to put my
emotions in perspective as I watched a dear friend slip
away rapidly. In her characteristic, spiritual way,
Tricia reached out to Jo in many ways and I saw Jyoti
brim with emotions she rarely indulged in, in the last
few years, when she read a note that Tricia sent her
when I last visited her the summer of 2000.
On
October 7th, 2000 when the HERS Foundation had its first
annual walk at Coyote Hills in Fremont, California, USA,
I walked in Jyoti’s honor. This year, 2001, and in the
years to come, I walk in Jyoti’s memory. She will
continue to be there in spirit beside me, just like all
those long walks we took in Bangalore, for years through
our college days, exchanging warm thoughts and
passionate ideologies of youth. [at right: Jyoti
with her family]
Of recent, we took walks
whenever I went back to India to visit, culminating in a
last walk I took with her in Bangalore on India’s
Independence Day, August 15th 1999. By this time cancer
had already taken a physical and emotional toll on her
and we shared mellow and reflective thoughts. By the
time of my last visit with her in the summer of 2000,
she was physically too weak to take our traditional walk
but her spirits were undeterred.
In
October 2001, I returned to Bangalore, India for the
first time after Jyoti’s mortal departure. At home,
she leaves behind her spouse of 23 years, Naveen Mathew
and two wonderful children Siddarth, 16 and Ranu, 13.
Next door are her parents Radha and Venugopal Naidu and
close by is her brother Arun. Two other siblings, Shoba
and Prakash make up the immediate family that continue
to hold me in their hearts and homes as the family
extension that Jo had made me. Jyoti would expect that
we all pick up the pieces and continue with life,
following the tough example she had set for us through
her illness. Enveloping the inevitable cracks of a
grieving family is Jyoti’s spirit that lives on so
comfortably and strongly in their homes, orchestrating
affectionately as she always loved to do.

I
miss her e-mails, her physical presence, her smile and
her characteristic laugh that had grown more and more
infrequent the last few months, even over the phone. But
now that she is gone, she creates a pleasant illusion of
being very much here with us, loving, sharing, and above
all smiling and laughing. We must too.
[At left, Jyoti is joined by her sister Shoba (L) and Letha (R)]
Till
our paths cross again dear friend.
Letha
Saldanha
Fremont, California
December, 2001
Footprints
On Our Lives
A
Tribute to Jyoti, by Tricia McMahon
It
has been an honor for me to know Letha, and therefore to
also have known Jyoti across the miles. Although I
never got to meet Jyoti in person, she became a
dear client of Bras for Body & Soul and therefore a
friend of mine.
I didn't
know Letha until she appeared at the shop in order
to purchase a few items that might benefit her friend in
India who had had a mastectomy. She had an
approximate idea of the size Jyoti needed, so I was able
to recommend some things. I was delighted to find
out later, via Jyoti's thank you note to me, that she
was very pleased with Letha's purchasess. My work
is all the more meaningful when I can reach women across
continents. In this case, that connection was
made personal by Jyoti's dear and caring friend, Letha.
I
will never forget the day that Letha called to tell me
her best friend had passed away. My heart fell.
I knew I wanted to do something to honor this
thoughtfully loving woman who had touched my life all
the way from India. So I sat out on my front porch
and lit the incense that Jyoti had sent to me one year
previous. Thank you Jyoti for your presence in
my life.
At
the HERS Foundation KEEP ABREAST--Walking Together for
HER event this year, we displayed the tennis shoes of 3
terrific women who have passed away but have left their footprint
on our lives, personally and professionally: Becky
Rebello, Dorothy Avanzino and Jyoti.
Now
the incense and a photo of Jyoti grace our office at the
HERS Foundation. The tennis shoes (center) are
actually Letha's shoes that she wore on her many, many
walks with her dear friend when visiting her in India
these past years.
Jyoti,
your footprints go on...and on...
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