ok first off, thank you all for donating to prostate cancer research. if you haven't yet and you want to
http://ca.movember.com/mospace/2411942/
please click on the link and donate to me or my team,
Got another clean bill of health this week. No CT scan but clean x-ray and blood work. Next scan will be in February. Your prayers and continued well wishes mean so much to me and june. Granted, there could be no one reading this anymore as my work hours have begun to climb and I have been blogging less. If there are still gilbloggists out there- thanks for still checking in. It's been a year since the tumor removal surgery. Wow, what a year. I remember last year I was just done surgery and the cancer was "gone" It was a joyous christmas. Then the cancer came back after christmas, interesting new year. This year, even more to be thankful about. The word I throw around a lot now it the word, intentionality. It's something that my brother and buddy Chris taught me, before and during my fight with cancer. Which is about time since I have taught those 2 so much already, finally they teach me something. I don't know any 2 people that are more intentional in what they do. I have pulled some serious hours the last few weeks. It's a combination of catching up on being off for 9 months and also year end and Christmas at Coke. My docs aren't thrilled with the idea but I know the hours will shorten soon after december. I realize more and more that when you are more intentional with your time, you get a lot more done. Whether it be intentional about work duties or recreational things, it takes an effort. Right now, my week days consist of waking up, going to work, come home, sometimes just in time to put Rhys to bed, often not. Then it's pretty much go to bed. Sleep more on weekends. This last appointment with the onc's- they told me its usually 2 months for every 1 month of chemo to recover back to baseline 0. I did 4 months of chemo, and so my energy should get back to normal soon. Numbness is slowly retreating in my hands. All in all, very good news.
Of course at the doc appointment, there was another intern/resident. The count of people that have seen my junk now is 14. And climbing with each visit to any hospital. I pretty much just drop trou whenever i am even near any medical professional. It is awkward when I instinctively just drop them at the pharmacy counter in zellers but whatever.
Anyways, it's the weekend. Family day. Gonna put down the crackberry and spend some time putting up the christmas tree with Rhys and June. Disney on Ice tomorrow (yes, I bought the tickets not thinking the lions were gonna make the grey cup- they were 0-5) ah well, thats what sports centre is for. I even skipped poker last night- while that seems like no big thing and june want to offer me a cookie, it's a big step for me not to go out and take my friends money- it's so easy. Instead I just vegged on the couch and went to bed. Oh how the friday nights change when you are old. I know this is the busy season for everyone. Hope to see all of you real soon.
Remember- movember is prostate cancer awareness month. one sure fire way of being aware, is donating some cash yo!
peace out like leroy bell in x factor, i am OUT
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
http://mobro.co/gilyeung
well so far, June has kissed me once this month. ok, i kissed her and she was asleep haha. The other day, I was at an awards dinner for a university and a board member came over and said, "I hate to ask, its almost like asking a woman if they are pregnant, but is that for movember, because its a horrible moustache" i looked at him and said, "whats movember?
It's getting kinda sad now. When I walk by playgrounds, hordes of kids and their parents start heading for their bikes and cars. Everyone keeps talking to me in spanish. Weird thing is, I can't stop touching it and stroking it. Like some sort of wise old man in deep thought. Of course the fight against cancer is near and dear to my heart, but I gotta wonder why the moustache. Couldnt we have grown our eyebrows or armpit hair?
There are many positives to Movember besides raising money for a great cause
1. I am going to be so much better looking Dec 1
2. I may be in an episode of CSI playing mexican drug lord, Gilberto Alverez
3. Anytime I am hungry, I can just snack on the food that is caught on my upper lip from previous meals
On a serious note: please look to donate: http://mobro.co/gilyeung
we spend 5 bucks on a frappe at starbucks without blinking an eye. i buy stuff for Rhys without looking at the price tag. This month, anything I buy rhys, I will match in my donation to someone's movember cause. if everyone skips a few starbucks the next 2 weeks and donate, that would be awesome
my goal was to raise $5000, I am a little short on target. Maybe a picture of my progress will help the cause.
It's getting kinda sad now. When I walk by playgrounds, hordes of kids and their parents start heading for their bikes and cars. Everyone keeps talking to me in spanish. Weird thing is, I can't stop touching it and stroking it. Like some sort of wise old man in deep thought. Of course the fight against cancer is near and dear to my heart, but I gotta wonder why the moustache. Couldnt we have grown our eyebrows or armpit hair?
There are many positives to Movember besides raising money for a great cause
1. I am going to be so much better looking Dec 1
2. I may be in an episode of CSI playing mexican drug lord, Gilberto Alverez
3. Anytime I am hungry, I can just snack on the food that is caught on my upper lip from previous meals
On a serious note: please look to donate: http://mobro.co/gilyeung
we spend 5 bucks on a frappe at starbucks without blinking an eye. i buy stuff for Rhys without looking at the price tag. This month, anything I buy rhys, I will match in my donation to someone's movember cause. if everyone skips a few starbucks the next 2 weeks and donate, that would be awesome
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| Gilberto Alverez |
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Movember 13, 2011
I learned 9 months ago to trust God when it came to my family. Last night my good friend Deb reminded me again that our children belong to God. We are just stewards for God here on earth. Today's sermon was yet another reminder by Pastor Lee and his wife Sage. If we try to hang on to our kids too tight instead of giving them over to God, we will find ourselves full of worry and unrest. I think God understands that my thick skull needs about 3-4 reminders before things set in. This afternoon, I saw a glimpse of why Rhys belongs to God and not June and I.
Flashpoint style- (4 hours earlier)
June has taken over an elderly home program that Tenth Church is apart of. There is a rotation of churches that go to the Royal Arch Masonic Seniors Care Home every Sunday afternoon and lead a Sunday service for them in the afternoon. We thought it would be a good way for our family and our small group to get involved. It was a pretty simple task. We go there and go room to room and ask people if they wanted to come join the church service and if they needed help, we would wheel them or help them get to the meeting area. We then would sing some hymns and I was to share a small devotional and then a time for prayer. Due to many circumstances, the only volunteers today was June, Rhys and myself. And Mike, another guy from 10th. So we went to Wendy's for lunch before heading to the home. After we ate, Rhys blew the biggest tantrum I have ever seen. All because she wanted to put her jacket on the floor at Wendy's and I said no. This resulted in 5 mins of screaming inside the restaurant followed by 10 mins in the car. I was thinking to myself. How bad would it look if we no-showed. The only 4 people that could make it today. I'm sure Mike is going to re-think the next time I offer him a ride and lunch. As a father, you really learn to not sweat the small stuff. Boogers, poo and pee, tantrums and such- it's all good after a while. So not a lot fazes me and June anymore. We headed to the home. Once there, God took over. Rhys was a perfect angel. She sang and did the actions to twinkle twinkle little star. She helped me go door to door and knock and ask for each person to come to service. She handed out songbooks to everyone who didn't have one. Although June was amazing on the piano, and as you all know, I can't really sing, but most of the elderly were hard of hearing so to them, I was Bono. Any of you who go to church, know about hymns right? Just keep singing it louder whether you know the song or are in key, and it will be alright. Back to my point. It had nothing to do with the 3 adults in the room, not the singing or my talk. It was all about a 3 year old girl that brought joy to many elderly folk today. She gave hugs, shook hands, and talked to them. The joy I saw in their eyes brought me to tears. One lady, Margaret came with stickers for her. She was as happy to give them as Rhys was to receive. I always knew that in these types of volunteer situations, it always does more for me personally than I ever actually do for them. When we were about to leave, Rhys looked at me and said, I really had a great time today, Daddy. I thought to myself- this is God's child, not mine. Phew, pretty heavy on a Sunday afternoon. I can't wait to go back. Anyone out there interested, let me know. I saw my kid go from the terror child at wendy's to a little angel in the seniors home. Pretty crazy.
Ok, on another note. I did my blood tests and next appointment with cancer docs in a few weeks.
Also, I am looking absolutely disgusting now with this mustache. People are literally grabbing their kids and leaving the room when I enter. Please don't let me look like this for nothing. Donate to movember...donate to me or my team. We are called Hair Jordans- this is my link
http://mobro.co/gilyeung
If I get 5 donations tonight, I will post a pic tomorrow
Peace.
Flashpoint style- (4 hours earlier)
June has taken over an elderly home program that Tenth Church is apart of. There is a rotation of churches that go to the Royal Arch Masonic Seniors Care Home every Sunday afternoon and lead a Sunday service for them in the afternoon. We thought it would be a good way for our family and our small group to get involved. It was a pretty simple task. We go there and go room to room and ask people if they wanted to come join the church service and if they needed help, we would wheel them or help them get to the meeting area. We then would sing some hymns and I was to share a small devotional and then a time for prayer. Due to many circumstances, the only volunteers today was June, Rhys and myself. And Mike, another guy from 10th. So we went to Wendy's for lunch before heading to the home. After we ate, Rhys blew the biggest tantrum I have ever seen. All because she wanted to put her jacket on the floor at Wendy's and I said no. This resulted in 5 mins of screaming inside the restaurant followed by 10 mins in the car. I was thinking to myself. How bad would it look if we no-showed. The only 4 people that could make it today. I'm sure Mike is going to re-think the next time I offer him a ride and lunch. As a father, you really learn to not sweat the small stuff. Boogers, poo and pee, tantrums and such- it's all good after a while. So not a lot fazes me and June anymore. We headed to the home. Once there, God took over. Rhys was a perfect angel. She sang and did the actions to twinkle twinkle little star. She helped me go door to door and knock and ask for each person to come to service. She handed out songbooks to everyone who didn't have one. Although June was amazing on the piano, and as you all know, I can't really sing, but most of the elderly were hard of hearing so to them, I was Bono. Any of you who go to church, know about hymns right? Just keep singing it louder whether you know the song or are in key, and it will be alright. Back to my point. It had nothing to do with the 3 adults in the room, not the singing or my talk. It was all about a 3 year old girl that brought joy to many elderly folk today. She gave hugs, shook hands, and talked to them. The joy I saw in their eyes brought me to tears. One lady, Margaret came with stickers for her. She was as happy to give them as Rhys was to receive. I always knew that in these types of volunteer situations, it always does more for me personally than I ever actually do for them. When we were about to leave, Rhys looked at me and said, I really had a great time today, Daddy. I thought to myself- this is God's child, not mine. Phew, pretty heavy on a Sunday afternoon. I can't wait to go back. Anyone out there interested, let me know. I saw my kid go from the terror child at wendy's to a little angel in the seniors home. Pretty crazy.
Ok, on another note. I did my blood tests and next appointment with cancer docs in a few weeks.
Also, I am looking absolutely disgusting now with this mustache. People are literally grabbing their kids and leaving the room when I enter. Please don't let me look like this for nothing. Donate to movember...donate to me or my team. We are called Hair Jordans- this is my link
http://mobro.co/gilyeung
If I get 5 donations tonight, I will post a pic tomorrow
Peace.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Movember 6, 2011
I came to a bit of a realization that I wanted to share. This happened in my men's group bible study on Friday. We were discussing how our busy lives affect our family life and how we love our spouses and kids. Something quite unique has happened since cancer. I didn't really think about it until recently.
As fathers, there are a few things we all do. We love to give ourselves major credit when we are able to handle our kids without our wives. I used to think, wow, I did it, I put Rhys to bed. The entire process- dinner, bath, brushing teeth, storytime and finally to bed. I am amazing. Or, I just took Rhys out to shopping or to the library...I am super dad. Then you begin to realize that the things you want to be awarded a medal for- your wife does on a day to day basis...without any fanfare. Before cancer, I would come home tired, and not want to put Rhys down or play games or just give her the attention she wanted. For 9 months I was with her everyday, waking and sleeping. Something changed. I will be the first to admit that it is tougher to read my bible as much as I did when I was off on treatment. It's been easier to pray- but that's because there seems to be so much to pray for. Both thanksgiving and seeking God's wisdom. My relationship with June has somewhat changed. We still argue like any two married people. Our patience ebbs and flows. One thing that hasn't changed is Rhys. I absolutely love spending time with her. No matter how tired I am from work, or how difficult she is being, I welcome every second with her. I know it's a weird thing to lay claim to, as all parents should love their kids and want to spend time with them. But it's hard sometimes. Life gets busy, meltdowns happen and there are still sleepless nights. I really can't explain it. Whether she is crying, laughing, peeing all over the place or sleeping. I can't get enough of this child. My patience is short sometimes for work things, wife things, friends and just the general public. But for Rhys, I have all the time in the world. I find it strange...definitely a change from before. I spend a 5 hour plane ride from Toronto to Vancouver last week. A baby 2 rows in front cried for 4 and half hours of the flight. It didn't even faze me. Crying babies- music to my ears. I am a freak right? Maybe hundreds of games of candyland later. Or reading the same Olivia book every night will soon take its toll. But tonight, Rhys and I went to superstore to shop. June was out and it was daddy/daughter hangout day. We ran up and down all over superstore and bought a portable kids toilet seat( yes mostly for peeing in chinese restaurant bathrooms), some bubble bath and crackers. As we drove home, Rhys goes.."daddy, i love hanging out with you". I know it won't always be like this...she is going to grow up and things may change. But I will cherish every moment that I have with her. I wish I could be like this for other areas of my life.
Got a blood test this week and then another cancer checkup at the end of the month. No matter how hard you try to block it from your mind, the weeks leading up to checkup sucks. Every aching back pain makes you wonder if it was the same pain you felt when you got diagnosed. But then I keep thinking about what Job said to his wife when she told him to curse God and die and get it over with. "You are a talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God and not trouble?"
If you haven't received my email yet...please give to movember. thanks
As fathers, there are a few things we all do. We love to give ourselves major credit when we are able to handle our kids without our wives. I used to think, wow, I did it, I put Rhys to bed. The entire process- dinner, bath, brushing teeth, storytime and finally to bed. I am amazing. Or, I just took Rhys out to shopping or to the library...I am super dad. Then you begin to realize that the things you want to be awarded a medal for- your wife does on a day to day basis...without any fanfare. Before cancer, I would come home tired, and not want to put Rhys down or play games or just give her the attention she wanted. For 9 months I was with her everyday, waking and sleeping. Something changed. I will be the first to admit that it is tougher to read my bible as much as I did when I was off on treatment. It's been easier to pray- but that's because there seems to be so much to pray for. Both thanksgiving and seeking God's wisdom. My relationship with June has somewhat changed. We still argue like any two married people. Our patience ebbs and flows. One thing that hasn't changed is Rhys. I absolutely love spending time with her. No matter how tired I am from work, or how difficult she is being, I welcome every second with her. I know it's a weird thing to lay claim to, as all parents should love their kids and want to spend time with them. But it's hard sometimes. Life gets busy, meltdowns happen and there are still sleepless nights. I really can't explain it. Whether she is crying, laughing, peeing all over the place or sleeping. I can't get enough of this child. My patience is short sometimes for work things, wife things, friends and just the general public. But for Rhys, I have all the time in the world. I find it strange...definitely a change from before. I spend a 5 hour plane ride from Toronto to Vancouver last week. A baby 2 rows in front cried for 4 and half hours of the flight. It didn't even faze me. Crying babies- music to my ears. I am a freak right? Maybe hundreds of games of candyland later. Or reading the same Olivia book every night will soon take its toll. But tonight, Rhys and I went to superstore to shop. June was out and it was daddy/daughter hangout day. We ran up and down all over superstore and bought a portable kids toilet seat( yes mostly for peeing in chinese restaurant bathrooms), some bubble bath and crackers. As we drove home, Rhys goes.."daddy, i love hanging out with you". I know it won't always be like this...she is going to grow up and things may change. But I will cherish every moment that I have with her. I wish I could be like this for other areas of my life.
Got a blood test this week and then another cancer checkup at the end of the month. No matter how hard you try to block it from your mind, the weeks leading up to checkup sucks. Every aching back pain makes you wonder if it was the same pain you felt when you got diagnosed. But then I keep thinking about what Job said to his wife when she told him to curse God and die and get it over with. "You are a talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God and not trouble?"
If you haven't received my email yet...please give to movember. thanks
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Movember 5
Hi,
It’s Movember, the month formerly known as November, which is dedicated to growing moustaches and raising awareness and funds for men’s health. I have joined the movement and will be donating my upper lip to the cause for 30 days. My Mo will spark conversations, and no doubt generate some laughs; all in the name of raising vital awareness and funds for prostate cancer.
Why am I so passionate about men’s health?
*On average men live 4-5 years less than women
*1 in 7 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer in their lifetime
* 25,500 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer this year in Canada
I invite you to support me by donating to me http://mobro.co/gilyeung
You can even go old school and write a cheque payable to “Movember Canada”, reference my name and Registration Number 2411942 and send it to: Movember Canada, 119 Spadina Avenue, PO Box 65, Toronto, ON M5T 2T2
All donations are tax deductible.
We only have a month to grow Mos and raise awareness and fund, so please come along for the ride.
Funds raised will help make a tangible difference to the lives of others. Through the Movember Foundation and their men’s health partner, the Prostate Cancer Canada, Movember is funding world class awareness, research, educational and support programs which would otherwise not be possible.
For more details on how the funds raised from previous campaigns have been used and the impact Movember is having please click on the links below:
About Movember
Prostate Cancer Foundation research
Global Action Plan
Please donate here - http://mobro.co/gilyeung
Thank you in advance for helping me change the face of men's health. Go the Mo!
gilbert yeung
Moustache Season. Now Open.
It’s Movember, the month formerly known as November, which is dedicated to growing moustaches and raising awareness and funds for men’s health. I have joined the movement and will be donating my upper lip to the cause for 30 days. My Mo will spark conversations, and no doubt generate some laughs; all in the name of raising vital awareness and funds for prostate cancer.
Why am I so passionate about men’s health?
*On average men live 4-5 years less than women
*1 in 7 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer in their lifetime
* 25,500 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer this year in Canada
I invite you to support me by donating to me http://mobro.co/gilyeung
You can even go old school and write a cheque payable to “Movember Canada”, reference my name and Registration Number 2411942 and send it to: Movember Canada, 119 Spadina Avenue, PO Box 65, Toronto, ON M5T 2T2
All donations are tax deductible.
We only have a month to grow Mos and raise awareness and fund, so please come along for the ride.
Funds raised will help make a tangible difference to the lives of others. Through the Movember Foundation and their men’s health partner, the Prostate Cancer Canada, Movember is funding world class awareness, research, educational and support programs which would otherwise not be possible.
For more details on how the funds raised from previous campaigns have been used and the impact Movember is having please click on the links below:
About Movember
Prostate Cancer Foundation research
Global Action Plan
Please donate here - http://mobro.co/gilyeung
Thank you in advance for helping me change the face of men's health. Go the Mo!
gilbert yeung
Moustache Season. Now Open.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Thursday Movember 3, 2011
Yes, that's right. Movember. I did it last year and I wasn't even sick. When you all stop laughing...it's for a good cause. Yes, this asian man, who recently lost all his hair is not growing it wherever he can. Mostly the upper lip. Here is some info.
http://ca.movember.com/about
in a nutshell, its for prostate cancer. So, I will be taking pictures and I know it won't look like I am involved until about week 3 and yes, I will take all the "you got some dirt on your lip" jokes. If you want to support the cause...please email me or text me
gilyeung@live.com
6049700808
my goal is to raise more money than the other asian at work.
Probably time for a heath update. Everyone at work is telling me that I am working too many hours. I am trying to balance. Made it home for dinner twice this week. The crying of Rhys before preschool has stopped. Life has a semblance of normalcy. Of course there is another bloodtest next week and another followup checkup at the end of November but I am refusing to live life from one checkup to another. One of my favorite "suffering" verses in the bible is found in the book of Job
Naked I come from the womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, may the name of the Lord be praised. Job 1 :21
When I was younger, I looked at this verse in admiration. Job did have everything taken away from him and yet his faith didn't waiver. I always thought it would be cool to be that faithful. Many years later, I am now experiencing this verse in a much different place. My daily struggle of putting my faith in God for not only my health but my family's well being doesn't even come close to what Job faced but I get a glimpse. Everytime I feel an ache in my back and the thoughts of the cancer returning enter my brain. It gives me an opportunity to trust God with my life all over again. I am reminded constantly for a reason...the reasons for God's goodness, mercy and grace.
Yes there is another blog...urbanruleoflife.blogspot.com
http://ca.movember.com/about
in a nutshell, its for prostate cancer. So, I will be taking pictures and I know it won't look like I am involved until about week 3 and yes, I will take all the "you got some dirt on your lip" jokes. If you want to support the cause...please email me or text me
gilyeung@live.com
6049700808
my goal is to raise more money than the other asian at work.
Probably time for a heath update. Everyone at work is telling me that I am working too many hours. I am trying to balance. Made it home for dinner twice this week. The crying of Rhys before preschool has stopped. Life has a semblance of normalcy. Of course there is another bloodtest next week and another followup checkup at the end of November but I am refusing to live life from one checkup to another. One of my favorite "suffering" verses in the bible is found in the book of Job
Naked I come from the womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, may the name of the Lord be praised. Job 1 :21
When I was younger, I looked at this verse in admiration. Job did have everything taken away from him and yet his faith didn't waiver. I always thought it would be cool to be that faithful. Many years later, I am now experiencing this verse in a much different place. My daily struggle of putting my faith in God for not only my health but my family's well being doesn't even come close to what Job faced but I get a glimpse. Everytime I feel an ache in my back and the thoughts of the cancer returning enter my brain. It gives me an opportunity to trust God with my life all over again. I am reminded constantly for a reason...the reasons for God's goodness, mercy and grace.
Yes there is another blog...urbanruleoflife.blogspot.com
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