Opening My Emotional Burden

– By Ms. Ting –

In 2002 during my self-examination, I found a lump in my breast. Following a doctor’s visit in May, I was diagnosed with the first (earliest) stage of breast cancer. I underwent surgery in June and received radiotherapy in November. I rested for the next two years and finally rejoined the workforce part-time by the end of 2004

Since I did not undergo chemotherapy, I experienced much less physical sufferings than emotional burdens. During that time, my eldest daughter was studying in university and my younger daughter was only fifteen years old. They whole-heartedly took on the responsibilities of looking after me. At the same time, I was willing to cooperate. When I felt well rested and energized, I read cancer-related materials, eagerly talked to others, and often joined cancer support group meetings. Because I was willing to learn more about my illness, I alleviated myself from living in fear. In addition, by joining the cancer support group, I met many other patients and realized that others experienced the same symptoms as I did. By sharing our experiences with one another, we have been able to establish the solid friendships that we have today!.

Cancer patients should openly share their burdens and comfortably talk to loved ones about their concerns. I recall during post-surgery, I was both physically and emotionally weak, and dearly missed my two daughters. At that time, I longed to share my feelings with someone and unload my worries. Also, when our bodies are frail, we should happily accept other people’s assistance. When I think back to my daughters cooking for me, my heart is filled with comfort.

When confronted with a problem, do not handle the situation with a pessimistic manner. Keep an open mind and obtain accurate information from various sources. With this attitude, you will be able to lessen your worries and make yourself happy. I would like to share with you my favorite vegetable juice. I hope that you may find it helpful.

1 Bitter melon.
1 Green pepper.
1 Apple.
3 Celery sticks.
1 Cucumber. Dice each ingredient and mix together in a blender. Simply drink the juice afterwards.

This year (2005), I am waiting for a full-time job position. Meanwhile, I can leisurely cook everyday, shop, and drive to different places to meet up with old friends. I hope that all patients would free themselves from their sorrows and would not keep their worries to themselves. By doing so, I am confident that it would be beneficial to each patient’s recovery process.

I Finally Cried

– By Mrs. Shum –

I was brought up in a Buddhist family. I thank God that He arranged for me to obtain my studies through a Christian elementary school, high school, and university. In those calming years, Christianity's principles, history, and all of God's truth were conveyed to me and His words steadily built up my faith.

I have always been a slow-learner. As a result, God used different experiences and environments to guide and teach me new meanings in life. During a routine examination in August of 2002, my doctor discovered a lump in my breast and diagnosed me with breast cancer. I underwent a surgery in early September to remove the lump. Then in December, another surgery confirmed that the cancer had not spread to other parts of my body, but my doctor advised that chemotherapy and radiotherapy are still needed. Consequently, I was admitted into the hospital during the SARS outbreak. Throughout my stay, I received routine examinations alone in the patient room and endured treatments with other patients.

Battling cancer was not a pleasant experience, but I accepted God's will. I neither blamed anyone nor allowed myself to be discouraged. I only wished to pass through each day peacefully and cherish my remaining days. However, I knew that I would dearly miss my two young daughters. One day, as I talked to my husband, I expressed my wish for him and his future wife to carefully foster my daughters after my passing. At that moment, I finally cried. My husband is an engineer; he calmly comforted me and reminded me that our lives are not in human's hands, but rather in the hands of God. Whoever follows God willingly would have peaceful sleeps till the dawn. I suddenly felt blessed to have such a loving family and sobbed again.

My brothers and sisters from church, as well as the cancer support group, filled me with different levels of encouragement. Their help in providing car rides to and from the hospital, grocery shopping and preparing meals, sending flowers and various food remedies gave my family and me an overwhelming sense of comfort. At the same time, by praying with fellow brothers and sisters, especially other patients, I was able to ease my worries and lessen my burden. Through our daily activities of sharing cancer experiences and exchanging health tip information, I once again witnessed God's blessing and presence. I was most fortunate and blessed to have such supportive friends.

God led me on such a difficult journey to show me His care and plan. According to Hebrews 3:14, "We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first." I wholeheartedly thank you for God's guidance.

Open Up Yourself

– By Mrs. Ho –

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2002, I felt scared and depressed. By May, I started undergoing surgeries and chemotherapy. My sister flew from Vancouver to Toronto to take care of me full time. At the same time, my sister's good friend, who was a nurse, helped me a lot. She accompanied me to the doctor's office after her work. I am particularly thankful for my husband who had been very supportive and went through this trying time with me. After three months of recovery from chemotherapy and with doctor's permission, I returned to work.

I attended the cancer support group once within the three-month resting period. The gathering allowed me to:

Share my situation with others and enabled me to see that I am not the only cancer patient.
Exchange feelings, concerns, and discomforts, as well as experience the presence of God with others
Meet other patients and provide support for one another. I even became good friends with several group members. We consistently phoned each other, chatted and went out for dim sum.

I encourage all cancer patients to open up yourself to talk about your feelings and concerns, broaden your knowledge and get support. Cancer support group can provide the volunteer services, but patients need to educate themselves about the program, accept and receive the group's support. Please help us outreach to more patients by spreading the word at the doctor's office, community centers, through the multi-medias and hot lines.

A Volunteer's Word From The Heart

– By Ms. T. Chan –

My husband had cancer and passed away four years ago. I was sad and grieved for the loss, but I thanked God that my husband did not endure much suffering. Through his illness, my husband gradually got weaker until his last breath. Although my husband's passing brought me tremendous pain, I found comfort knowing that he is in God's arms and enjoying His great love.

Two years ago, through our church's forty-day program, "Purpose Driven Life", I learned about a Christian's life purpose. The value and the meaning of a Christian's life is to love, help and care for those around me. As a result, I decided to live a purposeful life and became a volunteer of the cancer support group.

My volunteer work included providing transportation, visiting patients, and delivering meals. I learned a lot about life from the patients. I witnessed their courage to live, and open up their hearts to God with trust and obedience. Through my volunteer work, I truly saw the Glory of God. We endured the difficult times, studied bible verses, and practiced His Words together. No money can replace the valuable experiences I received from interacting with the patients. Most importantly, I gained a fresh insight of death: "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39)

Since I often became friends with the patients, I grieved whenever a patient passed away. Through their difficult periods, we consistently experienced God's presence and care together. Furthermore, His love and helping hands always comforted us. Because "God's love is greater than human life," we have to remember that our lives on earth will end but His love will continue on forever.

I Am One Of Them

– Ms. Chan –

About three years ago, my doctor diagnosed me with thyroid cancer. My heart instantly sank. My doctor informed me that I needed radioactive iodine treatment and must remain in isolation for a few days so that the radioactive substance in my body would not transmit to others. I felt helpless and did not know what to do. Fortunately, my friends later introduced me to the Cancer Support Group where I got acquainted with many other cancer patients. They wholeheartedly shared their own experiences with me. While undergoing cancer treatments and courageously dealing with their own lives, the patients still cared for and supported the peers around them. Through the other members, I obtained a better understanding of my own illness and related treatments, which greatly reduced my distress. Now I would like to share my experience to encourage other patients through their struggles.

Bonny's Dad

– By Bonny Tam on Feb. 2005 –

My dad was a very healthy and active person. He spent his childhood swimming at the beaches and school years playing basketball. He was always healthy and the tallest amongst his friends of his age. Naturally, he was also known as an advocate and model of healthy lifestyle. He was a very easy going and gentle person who lived a very simple life. However, this even-tempered person often turned very hostile when it came to the topic of Christianity.

When I first came to know God about twelve years ago, I had a craving for God's words. Unfortunately, my dad would discourage me from reading the Bible or going to fellowship. He considered it as a waste of time for his young daughters as my sister was also devoted in attending church. There were even occasions when he refused to drive us to church for Sunday service. My sister and I still remembered the time when we had to walk a long way to church to attend Sunday services. Failing to convince him about God by ourselves, we even arranged to have the church's evangelistic team to visit our home and talk to him. What a disaster it turned out to be - he even refused to be prayed for by this group of warm-hearted brothers and sisters! His stony heart really saddened us.

The more he found out about my growing faith in the Lord, the more he tried to tick me off. He would tell me to get into Buddhism (even though he was an atheist) and not be so stubborn about Christianity. Sometimes he even insulted Christianity in front of me when chances arose. "If Jesus was kind and forgiving" he argued, "why would he not save the whole world regardless of whether they believe in Him or not." Although I explained to him that God loves us so much that He gave us the "free will" to choose a path to follow Him, of course, that was not good enough to change my dad's stubborn stand.

The fervent fire to share the gospel with my parents in my heart became weaker and weaker, partially because I did not want to create any conflicts with my dad anymore. As time goes by, it became a habit that I tended to just say nothing when the topic of Christianity came up. All I did in the past twelve years was simply praying for my parents' salvation quietly instead of confronting them.

Soon after I got married, my husband Mike thought it was a great opportunity to invite my parents to the church for the Christmas service. We thought he may be open to this "festivity", and we hoped this "festive" event could turn into something evangelistic. As briefly mentioned to my dad previously, my husband decided to call and invite him. We were hoping my dad would be more pleasant considering that it was one of the rare times that my husband personally called him. My dad just simply said "NO, I don't go to church." and hanged up the phone. We felt like we've been stabbed in the stomach.

Nonetheless, God's grace is beyond our expectation. In September last year, the most physically fit man I know was diagnosed with cancer and it had already spread to his liver. Having no cancer history in our family, we were all in shock, denial, and devastation. Afraid of him finding out that his chances to live were slim and trying not to discourage him, we decided not to tell him how late the stage of cancer he was in.

Evidently my dad's salvation was the top of my worry list in addition to his physical health. I was struggling with the dilemma between introducing Christ to him as soon as possible, and doing it more "discretionally" to avoid alarming him that we were worried that he may not be healed and therefore tried to preach to him (although I have to admit that I was indeed waiting for my courage to come back as he was such an opponent to Christianity). Little did I know about how God takes care of things - God is such a good care taker. Before I settled for a resolution for my enormous internal struggle, my sister who was living with my parents one day told me this news that my dad indicated that he was interested in going to church. My heart was overflowed with joy of God's grace. Praise the Lord! That Sunday, we went to church as a family together for the first time in our lives. I had so little-faith that I even worried about what the message on that Sunday would be. What if it would not be suitable for my parents who were first time church-visitors and hence would turn them away. I was in complete relief when I found that God sent Pastor Wing Law to deliver an exceptionally evangelistic and great message that Sunday!

Later I found that the Church has a cancer support group. I encouraged my dad to go. He found great comfort in God from the people in the support group. My parents were impressed by the kindness of sisters such as Mrs. Shirley Ma and Mrs. So, and their love for God. My dad indicated that he would like to continue coming to their monthly meetings. Although they did not make a decision to accept Christ on that day, God's message was rooted in their hearts. Few days after, my dad told my mom that he wanted to know at least where he was going to after death, just in case he wouldn't make it. He said he wanted to become a Christian.

God prepared my dad's heart during his sickness. His health deteriorated drastically, but he had enough time to make the most important decision in his life. Upon my dad's wish, Mrs. Shirley Ma and Mrs. Mabel Au came to visit him and helped my parents to accept Christ. It finally happened after twelve years of my prayers! A week after, he was baptized at home by Pastor Peter Au. It was a very memorable moment that would be in our hearts forever.

As much as I was delighted that my dad finally accepted Jesus Christ as his saviour and was baptized, somewhere in my heart, I was still worried that everything had come so fast that he may not truly believe in God. Two weeks after, he passed away. Later when we were cleaning up his belongings, we found that my dad kept a little diary where he wrote down short journals during his sickness. His handwriting in the beginning of the journals was very neat and tidy as it used to be, but later on, it was evident that he was struggling with his writing because of his medication and sickness. The very last message that looked like a child's handwriting was as follows: "14/10/04 THURSDAY 1300-1500 HRS MRS SHIRLEY, & MRS FONG YUET 方悅 WIFE OF PRIEST [PASTOR] AU YING YUK (905) 886-1491 區應毓 CAME TO VISIT ME. AFTER THEIR PREACHING I TOLD THEM I ACCEPT TO BELIEVE IN GOD." We all know that it was the last time when his physical condition still allowed him to write and to think clearly because his health was deteriorating very drastically. God's timing was perfect. With the help of Holy Spirit, my dad was able to make the most important and wisest decision in his life just before he was not able to anymore! This little journal assured us of his true acceptance of God. We were so proud of him to make his own decision to truly accept the gift of eternal life. As much as we could not believe such a fit and healthy, almost 6-feet-tall, handsome man, our dad, got sick and left us so quickly, we could not believe such a stubborn person toward Christianity for years would eventually open his heart to God. Thank you God for making the seemingly impossible possible!


Opening My Emotional Burden I Finally Cried Open Up Yourself A Volunteer's Word From The Heart I Am One Of Them Bonny's Dad	Opening My Emotional Burden – By Ms. Ting – In 2002 during my self-examination, I found a lump in my breast. Following a doctor’s visit in May, I was diagnosed with the first (earliest) stage of breast cancer. I underwent surgery in June and received radiotherapy in November. I rested for the next two years and finally rejoined the workforce part-time by the end of 2004 Since I did not undergo chemotherapy, I experienced much less physical sufferings than emotional burdens. During that time, my eldest daughter was studying in university and my younger daughter was only fifteen years old. They whole-heartedly took on the responsibilities of looking after me. At the same time, I was willing to cooperate. When I felt well rested and energized, I read cancer-related materials, eagerly talked to others, and often joined cancer support group meetings. Because I was willing to learn more about my illness, I alleviated myself from living in fear. In addition, by joining the cancer support group, I met many other patients and realized that others experienced the same symptoms as I did. By sharing our experiences with one another, we have been able to establish the solid friendships that we have today!. Cancer patients should openly share their burdens and comfortably talk to loved ones about their concerns. I recall during post-surgery, I was both physically and emotionally weak, and dearly missed my two daughters. At that time, I longed to share my feelings with someone and unload my worries. Also, when our bodies are frail, we should happily accept other people’s assistance. When I think back to my daughters cooking for me, my heart is filled with comfort. When confronted with a problem, do not handle the situation with a pessimistic manner. Keep an open mind and obtain accurate information from various sources. With this attitude, you will be able to lessen your worries and make yourself happy. I would like to share with you my favorite vegetable juice. I hope that you may find it helpful. 1 Bitter melon. 1 Green pepper. 1 Apple. 3 Celery sticks. 1 Cucumber. Dice each ingredient and mix together in a blender. Simply drink the juice afterwards. This year (2005), I am waiting for a full-time job position. Meanwhile, I can leisurely cook everyday, shop, and drive to different places to meet up with old friends. I hope that all patients would free themselves from their sorrows and would not keep their worries to themselves. By doing so, I am confident that it would be beneficial to each patient’s recovery process. I Finally Cried – By Mrs. Shum – I was brought up in a Buddhist family. I thank God that He arranged for me to obtain my studies through a Christian elementary school, high school, and university. In those calming years, Christianity's principles, history, and all of God's truth were conveyed to me and His words steadily built up my faith. I have always been a slow-learner. As a result, God used different experiences and environments to guide and teach me new meanings in life. During a routine examination in August of 2002, my doctor discovered a lump in my breast and diagnosed me with breast cancer. I underwent a surgery in early September to remove the lump. Then in December, another surgery confirmed that the cancer had not spread to other parts of my body, but my doctor advised that chemotherapy and radiotherapy are still needed. Consequently, I was admitted into the hospital during the SARS outbreak. Throughout my stay, I received routine examinations alone in the patient room and endured treatments with other patients. Battling cancer was not a pleasant experience, but I accepted God's will. I neither blamed anyone nor allowed myself to be discouraged. I only wished to pass through each day peacefully and cherish my remaining days. However, I knew that I would dearly miss my two young daughters. One day, as I talked to my husband, I expressed my wish for him and his future wife to carefully foster my daughters after my passing. At that moment, I finally cried. My husband is an engineer; he calmly comforted me and reminded me that our lives are not in human's hands, but rather in the hands of God. Whoever follows God willingly would have peaceful sleeps till the dawn. I suddenly felt blessed to have such a loving family and sobbed again. My brothers and sisters from church, as well as the cancer support group, filled me with different levels of encouragement. Their help in providing car rides to and from the hospital, grocery shopping and preparing meals, sending flowers and various food remedies gave my family and me an overwhelming sense of comfort. At the same time, by praying with fellow brothers and sisters, especially other patients, I was able to ease my worries and lessen my burden. Through our daily activities of sharing cancer experiences and exchanging health tip information, I once again witnessed God's blessing and presence. I was most fortunate and blessed to have such supportive friends. God led me on such a difficult journey to show me His care and plan. According to Hebrews 3:14, "We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first." I wholeheartedly thank you for God's guidance. Open Up Yourself – By Mrs. Ho – When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2002, I felt scared and depressed. By May, I started undergoing surgeries and chemotherapy. My sister flew from Vancouver to Toronto to take care of me full time. At the same time, my sister's good friend, who was a nurse, helped me a lot. She accompanied me to the doctor's office after her work. I am particularly thankful for my husband who had been very supportive and went through this trying time with me. After three months of recovery from chemotherapy and with doctor's permission, I returned to work. I attended the cancer support group once within the three-month resting period. The gathering allowed me to: Share my situation with others and enabled me to see that I am not the only cancer patient. Exchange feelings, concerns, and discomforts, as well as experience the presence of God with others Meet other patients and provide support for one another. I even became good friends with several group members. We consistently phoned each other, chatted and went out for dim sum. I encourage all cancer patients to open up yourself to talk about your feelings and concerns, broaden your knowledge and get support. Cancer support group can provide the volunteer services, but patients need to educate themselves about the program, accept and receive the group's support. Please help us outreach to more patients by spreading the word at the doctor's office, community centers, through the multi-medias and hot lines. A Volunteer's Word From The Heart – By Ms. T. Chan – My husband had cancer and passed away four years ago. I was sad and grieved for the loss, but I thanked God that my husband did not endure much suffering. Through his illness, my husband gradually got weaker until his last breath. Although my husband's passing brought me tremendous pain, I found comfort knowing that he is in God's arms and enjoying His great love. Two years ago, through our church's forty-day program, "Purpose Driven Life", I learned about a Christian's life purpose. The value and the meaning of a Christian's life is to love, help and care for those around me. As a result, I decided to live a purposeful life and became a volunteer of the cancer support group. My volunteer work included providing transportation, visiting patients, and delivering meals. I learned a lot about life from the patients. I witnessed their courage to live, and open up their hearts to God with trust and obedience. Through my volunteer work, I truly saw the Glory of God. We endured the difficult times, studied bible verses, and practiced His Words together. No money can replace the valuable experiences I received from interacting with the patients. Most importantly, I gained a fresh insight of death: "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39) Since I often became friends with the patients, I grieved whenever a patient passed away. Through their difficult periods, we consistently experienced God's presence and care together. Furthermore, His love and helping hands always comforted us. Because "God's love is greater than human life," we have to remember that our lives on earth will end but His love will continue on forever. I Am One Of Them – Ms. Chan – About three years ago, my doctor diagnosed me with thyroid cancer. My heart instantly sank. My doctor informed me that I needed radioactive iodine treatment and must remain in isolation for a few days so that the radioactive substance in my body would not transmit to others. I felt helpless and did not know what to do. Fortunately, my friends later introduced me to the Cancer Support Group where I got acquainted with many other cancer patients. They wholeheartedly shared their own experiences with me. While undergoing cancer treatments and courageously dealing with their own lives, the patients still cared for and supported the peers around them. Through the other members, I obtained a better understanding of my own illness and related treatments, which greatly reduced my distress. Now I would like to share my experience to encourage other patients through their struggles. Bonny's Dad – By Bonny Tam on Feb. 2005 – My dad was a very healthy and active person. He spent his childhood swimming at the beaches and school years playing basketball. He was always healthy and the tallest amongst his friends of his age. Naturally, he was also known as an advocate and model of healthy lifestyle. He was a very easy going and gentle person who lived a very simple life. However, this even-tempered person often turned very hostile when it came to the topic of Christianity. When I first came to know God about twelve years ago, I had a craving for God's words. Unfortunately, my dad would discourage me from reading the Bible or going to fellowship. He considered it as a waste of time for his young daughters as my sister was also devoted in attending church. There were even occasions when he refused to drive us to church for Sunday service. My sister and I still remembered the time when we had to walk a long way to church to attend Sunday services. Failing to convince him about God by ourselves, we even arranged to have the church's evangelistic team to visit our home and talk to him. What a disaster it turned out to be - he even refused to be prayed for by this group of warm-hearted brothers and sisters! His stony heart really saddened us. The more he found out about my growing faith in the Lord, the more he tried to tick me off. He would tell me to get into Buddhism (even though he was an atheist) and not be so stubborn about Christianity. Sometimes he even insulted Christianity in front of me when chances arose. "If Jesus was kind and forgiving" he argued, "why would he not save the whole world regardless of whether they believe in Him or not." Although I explained to him that God loves us so much that He gave us the "free will" to choose a path to follow Him, of course, that was not good enough to change my dad's stubborn stand. The fervent fire to share the gospel with my parents in my heart became weaker and weaker, partially because I did not want to create any conflicts with my dad anymore. As time goes by, it became a habit that I tended to just say nothing when the topic of Christianity came up. All I did in the past twelve years was simply praying for my parents' salvation quietly instead of confronting them. Soon after I got married, my husband Mike thought it was a great opportunity to invite my parents to the church for the Christmas service. We thought he may be open to this "festivity", and we hoped this "festive" event could turn into something evangelistic. As briefly mentioned to my dad previously, my husband decided to call and invite him. We were hoping my dad would be more pleasant considering that it was one of the rare times that my husband personally called him. My dad just simply said "NO, I don't go to church." and hanged up the phone. We felt like we've been stabbed in the stomach. Nonetheless, God's grace is beyond our expectation. In September last year, the most physically fit man I know was diagnosed with cancer and it had already spread to his liver. Having no cancer history in our family, we were all in shock, denial, and devastation. Afraid of him finding out that his chances to live were slim and trying not to discourage him, we decided not to tell him how late the stage of cancer he was in. Evidently my dad's salvation was the top of my worry list in addition to his physical health. I was struggling with the dilemma between introducing Christ to him as soon as possible, and doing it more "discretionally" to avoid alarming him that we were worried that he may not be healed and therefore tried to preach to him (although I have to admit that I was indeed waiting for my courage to come back as he was such an opponent to Christianity). Little did I know about how God takes care of things - God is such a good care taker. Before I settled for a resolution for my enormous internal struggle, my sister who was living with my parents one day told me this news that my dad indicated that he was interested in going to church. My heart was overflowed with joy of God's grace. Praise the Lord! That Sunday, we went to church as a family together for the first time in our lives. I had so little-faith that I even worried about what the message on that Sunday would be. What if it would not be suitable for my parents who were first time church-visitors and hence would turn them away. I was in complete relief when I found that God sent Pastor Wing Law to deliver an exceptionally evangelistic and great message that Sunday! Later I found that the Church has a cancer support group. I encouraged my dad to go. He found great comfort in God from the people in the support group. My parents were impressed by the kindness of sisters such as Mrs. Shirley Ma and Mrs. So, and their love for God. My dad indicated that he would like to continue coming to their monthly meetings. Although they did not make a decision to accept Christ on that day, God's message was rooted in their hearts. Few days after, my dad told my mom that he wanted to know at least where he was going to after death, just in case he wouldn't make it. He said he wanted to become a Christian. God prepared my dad's heart during his sickness. His health deteriorated drastically, but he had enough time to make the most important decision in his life. Upon my dad's wish, Mrs. Shirley Ma and Mrs. Mabel Au came to visit him and helped my parents to accept Christ. It finally happened after twelve years of my prayers! A week after, he was baptized at home by Pastor Peter Au. It was a very memorable moment that would be in our hearts forever. As much as I was delighted that my dad finally accepted Jesus Christ as his saviour and was baptized, somewhere in my heart, I was still worried that everything had come so fast that he may not truly believe in God. Two weeks after, he passed away. Later when we were cleaning up his belongings, we found that my dad kept a little diary where he wrote down short journals during his sickness. His handwriting in the beginning of the journals was very neat and tidy as it used to be, but later on, it was evident that he was struggling with his writing because of his medication and sickness. The very last message that looked like a child's handwriting was as follows: "14/10/04 THURSDAY 1300-1500 HRS MRS SHIRLEY, & MRS FONG YUET 方悅 WIFE OF PRIEST [PASTOR] AU YING YUK (905) 886-1491 區應毓 CAME TO VISIT ME. AFTER THEIR PREACHING I TOLD THEM I ACCEPT TO BELIEVE IN GOD." We all know that it was the last time when his physical condition still allowed him to write and to think clearly because his health was deteriorating very drastically. God's timing was perfect. With the help of Holy Spirit, my dad was able to make the most important and wisest decision in his life just before he was not able to anymore! This little journal assured us of his true acceptance of God. We were so proud of him to make his own decision to truly accept the gift of eternal life. As much as we could not believe such a fit and healthy, almost 6-feet-tall, handsome man, our dad, got sick and left us so quickly, we could not believe such a stubborn person toward Christianity for years would eventually open his heart to God. Thank you God for making the seemingly impossible possible!
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