Dr. Arturo Gamero dies in Belize

A funeral service for the late beloved Dr. Arturo Humberto Gamero was held on Thursday, May 1, at the Buddhist Sanctuary at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ken Kensuki on Gabourel Lane, Belize City.

He died from a massive stroke suffered two days earlier.
His body was cremated the next day. Arturo left behind his beloved wife of 35 years, Luz Maria Gamero, daughter Noriko Gamero and adult sons Alexander and Daisako.

Arturo was the son of career diplomat Ambassador Marcial Gamero of Honduras, who served as Ambassador to Belize for 18 years.
He studied to become a doctor at the University of Yucatán School of Medicine and during his internship years, in July 1979, married his dream girl, Luz Maria, moving to Belize shortly after that.

As a resident medical officer at the Belize City Hospital and later as resident physician at the Santiago Castillo Hospital, Arturo distinguished himself by his humanitarian care-giving, his attention to detail and his unfailing charisma.

After the San Cas Hospital closed down Dr. Gamero would provide free medical clinics for the villagers of Bomba, near Bermuda Landing on the weekends he spent at his country house.

Dr. Arturo participated in many consultancies: for UNICEF, on infant mortality in Toledo; for the National Health Insurance Pilot Project, as Clinical Associate for Tulane University Medical Center, and as designated immigration examiner for Canada and Australia.
From 2002 to 2005 he served as Clinical Director, at the Matron Roberts Polytechnic in southside Belize City.
With his wife, Luz Ma he founded the Myo’on Clinics which they ran with great success. .
For most of his adult life Arturo Gamero was a dedicated Buddhist. He attended international Buddhist events and believed firmly in the cycle of life.
He had a favorite poem, Invictus, by the British poet William Ernest Henley, which more than anything else reflected his own philosophy: Invictus .

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley

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