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The photo above was captured on Monday, January 21, 2013

In January of 2013 I was on Twitter sharing my Blogger post “My Quest to meet Oprah.” What transpired from Friday to Monday on that cold weekend in January was truly a dream come true.

Here is the post from Blogger:

Friday, January 18, 2013 In three days Oprah Winfrey will be in Edmonton, Alberta, a road trip of approximately 35 minutes from my house. She will thrill the crowds at Rexall Place and I will be at home. My quest to meet Oprah is still grabbing at my heart strings and I am not sure why. I feel connected to her in someway and it’s a bit frustrating because it’s clear that my pleas are not on her radar. So in the spirit of helping the children with cancer, I will keep writing about my son Jason’s story of survival and the late effects of treatment. I will finish my book – Angel In My Pocket and I will do whatever it takes to help my son live a good life. Just another crazy post about me meeting Oprah. Sheila Ethier (9:11 a.m.)

An update to this blog post

Today my words were read by a reporter from a local TV station and as a result CTV Edmonton contacted me through Twitter and asked me to call them ASAP. I emailed the reporter my phone number. Within minutes she called me and said “Sheila, do you still want to meet Oprah?” I said “are you kidding me?”
The reporter informed me that she had read my Twitter post on “My Quest to Meet Oprah” and had shared it with an anonymous donor who had an extra ticket for a Meet and Greet to the Oprah Winfrey event on Monday. He in turn had read my Blog and offered the ticket to me.
Unbelievable, my path is going to take a break from my extraordinary challenges and on Monday, January 21st I am going to meet Oprah Winfrey at Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta. Wow. It will be a dream come true. I just hope she’s not wearing a white blouse, because a few years back I had a dream that I met Oprah and she was wearing a white blouse with a stand up collar.
Monday, January 21, 2013
The weekend was a blur. Excitement didn’t course through my veins like I thought it would. I think I was in a state of disbelief.
I took the whole day to scrub and polish every bit of myself. My grooming routine was very thorough and I was smiling on the inside thinking this is it girl, you are going to meet Oprah. Be shining and be bright. Papa, I am going to meet a movie star.
It should be noted that I am not celebrity crazy. I have my feet firmly planted on the ground and star quality does not impress me. The real stars in my life are children with cancer and their families. But my passion to meet Oprah stems from many years of feeling a connection to Angels, children with cancer and knowing that one day I would have to meet this woman who believed in Angels.
As I stand in line at Rexall Place at the private Meet and Greet, I look at the white photo screen and the camera set up for photos and I quickly realize there will be no time for a conversation about children with cancer. Feelings of disappointment set in and I sigh, Oh dear, how will I get her attention? I stand near the area where I think she will appear from and wait patiently. Oprah walks out from behind the curtain in a beautiful purple dress and I am struck with curiosity. She is wearing purple, not the white blouse like I saw in my dream. Interesting.
I was third in line to meet Oprah and have my photo taken. I awkwardly stepped forward with a red rose in one hand and a carefully prepared portfolio of information on childhood cancer and a letter explaining my mission. As I walked toward Oprah one of the security members she had brought with her informed said  “Ms. Winfrey is not accepting any gifts.” The rose and the portfolio were taken from me and placed on a table. I was deeply heartbroken.
At this point I had no option but to walk toward Oprah who is looking beautiful in an exquisite  form fitting purple dress and fabulous heels. I am underdressed and ordinary in the only dress attire I own. And to make my ensemble look like I had never dressed fancy before, I was still wearing the black briefcase over my shoulder. I stood beside her, put my arm around her waist and Oprah in turn put her arm over my shoulder and there we stood side by side smiling for the camera. Oprah is dressed for a photo shoot and I am dressed for an interview.
Oprah says something about smiling for the camera and in a quiet voiced I uttered the words “Hi, I am Blankets of Love, I love you and this is a dream come true for me.” I had offered the name Blankets of Love hoping she would recognize my Twitter name. No acknowledgement of the name was made. Flash, the photo shoot is over and I am whisked away from her.
Walking away from her I said a silent plea to God, “what is the purpose of bringing me here?” I had felt sure this was my opportunity to grab Oprah’s attention for childhood cancer and treatment outcomes. In spite of my disappointment I stood near the area where others where having their photo taken with Oprah. I felt I couldn’t walk away, I had been waiting, hoping and praying for this moment since the early 90’s. I just watched in a mixed state of excitement and sadness.
What now I thought. I came here in a limousine sponsored by the generosity of a stranger, I knew there would be no opportunity to talk to her but, I couldn’t just walk away. I am here now, I just met Oprah and I had my picture taken with her.
As the photo’s were wrapping up I began looking for my 7th row seat in the audience. Still carrying my rose, and my briefcase I find my chair , take a seat and wait for Oprah to appear. I had already seen what she was wearing tonight. I heard some applause from the crowd and caught a glimpse of her walking onstage in a white blouse with a stand up collar.
That’s it, I thought, she’s wearing the white blouse I saw in my dream. From that point on I was mesmerized. I sat in my chair and stared at her for the entire show. And then it happened, at one point in her talk, she was looking directly in my line of vision, pointing her finger in my direction, and she said “everything will be all right.”  Oh my, that’s the same message I heard from my Angel encounter in 1994. Hearing Oprah say the same phrase left me with a sense of great comfort and peace.
I felt a sense of wonderment. I had come to give Oprah a message on behalf of children with cancer and all along she had a message for me.
The excerpt below is part of my journal – “Angel In My Pocket”
In the fall of 1994 I had an encounter with an angel. It was a very brief encounter but it was a profound experience. How do I know it was an angel? Read on.
I was sleeping and my soul encountered a presence that was very pleasing. I was in a place or space that was very peaceful and calm. I had a feeling of wisdom, grace and love. While in this place my soul had a conversation with the presence. I whispered, “Michael,” then I questioned the word
“Mary.” I heard the presence say “everything will be all right.” The presence kissed me. “Jesus” I exclaimed. The presence told me to pray and left me. I began feeling a void as the presence left. I received a message of words, “Little House on the Prairie, Wednesday, nine and ten.”
As I lay there in bed I wrestled with the idea that I was to get up and check the television listings. I knew there would be a message for me but I was reluctant to acknowledge what had just happened. My human mind tried to reject the idea that something spiritual had taken place. Eventually restlessness got the better of me and I went to check the television listings. I nervously checked the columns in the weekly television guide for Wednesday, September 21, 1994 at 9:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m. This is what I saw listed for both time slots: Touched by an Angel (Season Premiere).
copyright © 2015 Sheila Ethier

This post was shared on Blogger in 2009 Monday, October 19, 2009

There is a chill in the air and a grayness of sky that reminds me that winter is just around the corner. The days are getting shorter, colder and darker. I am talking about both the weather and my mood. I face challenges with depressive illness and today I don’t really have the desire to write this blog about My Quest to Meet Oprah Winfrey.

But here goes: Oprah Winfrey, that girlfriend is my sister. We are connected in a spiritual way. She speaks the same language of love and service that I speak. I always feel compelled to watch her program, read what’s she’s reading and yes, find a way to meet her. Today as I write this I am overwhelmed with the enormity of my goal – to meet Oprah Winfrey.

There are millions of people all over the world who would pay top dollar to meet this remarkable woman, this kindred spirit, this make-believe friend of mine. You see I regularly tell people I am going to be on the Oprah show and it’s remarkable how many people tell me that they believe that I will be. I hear comments like – if anyone can do it, you can, or let me know when so I can tape the show. I like the way their comments make me feel, little pieces of hope in my somewhat gray foggy thoughts.

I have been a fan of Oprah Winfrey since the early 90’s when she launched her Angel Network program. Since that time I have written her letters telling her about children with cancer and how they have transformed my life. I have called Harpo Productions asking if Oprah could come to Edmonton, Alberta and be a motivational speaker for a Gala we would host for childhood cancer research. I have written to Omni hotels the place where her guests stay and asked them if they could get in touch with Oprah for me. I have filled in numerous online request forms “Be on the Show” on her Oprah.com website. I have every issue of the O magazine that Oprah publishes. I am starting to run out of space to store the stacks and stacks of O magazines I am collecting. I follow Oprah on twitter and also follow several of her staff at Harpo Productions.

Do I ever consider that this quest of mine has perhaps become a little out of control? Not most days, only on the mornings when I remember in my night time dreams, there she is right in front of me, shaking my hand and smiling like only Oprah can smile. Not bad dreams to have in the grand scheme of things and considering some of my dreams are about children dying and some are of my son Jason.

You see in 1987, my son Jason was diagnosed with T-Cell Leukemia. He was two years old at the time, today he is 24. Jason received 3 years of chemotherapy to his blood system and 12 radiation treatments to his young brain. Now as a survivor he faces challenges with a brain injury, sterility, and receives monthly hormone injections. Jason and other children like him inspire me to be a voice for them; to improve their quality of life.

For 22 years I have been advocating, fundraising and helping children with cancer here in Edmonton. In 1988 I founded a family camp for children with cancer and their families; that same year we held the first annual Christmas party for children with cancer. I continue to be a parent volunteer of the Kids with Cancer Society. Doing so helps me to deal with my own pain and helps me to make sense of Jason’s ongoing challenges. It is good to be connected to people who know your pain, and parents of children with cancer all over the world, they know my pain.

I take time to thank God everyday. My son Jason is still with us, but over the past 22 years I have come to know many brave children who fought the fight the best they could and in the end the cancer won and they passed on to be with God. I continue to pray for the families who have lost a child to cancer.

I am still on a quest to meet Oprah Winfrey, but in the event that I don’t get a chance to meet her, my journey to help children with cancer continues. I keep volunteering, I keep advocating and I keep praying. I pray for advances in chemotherapy and radiation that cure the cancer, but don’t damage the child. I pray for cures for the many different types of childhood cancers. I pray for an Army of Angels to guard and protect children with cancer all over the world.

God thank you for the journey, it’s been remarkable and if you have the time, can you introduce me to Oprah Winfrey?

from the desk of: Sheila Ethier

copyright © 2015 Sheila Ethier