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Sharing of Volunteers

---- Karen Shum -----
I
am grateful that in the summer of 2002 God brought me to a cancer seminar by Dr. Richard Yu held by Linkage of CCM. I met Judy Choy, the then coordinator of Linkage, and knew that they were planning to form a Cancer Care Group. I felt that would be very meaningful because in 1998 my mother went to heaven due to cancer, and I myself was also diagnosed with colon cancer in 2001. From my experience, I knew the needs of cancer patients and their families, as they face all the physical and emotional pains. They need the support of others who are in the same shoes. I had attended various cancer seminars in the community, which provided me with medical and service information. However, as a Christian, I need peace from God and the encouragement and support of brothers and sisters. Therefore, I joined the Cancer Care Group as a patient.
It has been more than two years since I joined the Group, and I have changed my status from a patient to a volunteer. The Group went through changes; I could not stop praising God for His leading and love. I recalled that there were only 7 people including Judy Choy and Pastor Paul Lai at our first meeting. The Group's activities then focused on the monthly meeting, hymn singing, bible sharing, talks, and mutual encouragements. Today, other than the new coordinator David Chan, Chairman Dr. Richard Yu, and Pastor Paul Lai, there are 19 volunteers. They include cancer patients, families, those who have recovered, and Christians who are burdened. God also inspires Christians who are professionals to give talks at each meeting. There is an average of 35 to 40 participants each time. As time went by, we realized that there was a group of patients who needed our care the most. They were those going through cancer therapy, house bound due to illness, or in hospital beds. Therefore, we extended our services to include caring through telephone calls, visitations to patients and their families either at home or in the hospital. As time fits, we would share the grace of God with them, refer them to churches, or provide individual spiritual nurturing. In the past two years or so, God has brought 190 people to us: 63 patients and family members who were not yet Christians, 90 Christian patients and family members, and 30 odd who were interested. Through the Cancer Group, God has saved 27 people in these two years, 4 of them have since gone back to heaven. Thanks to God that up till now, there has not been one single patient leaving this world while a non-Christian.
Since becoming a volunteer, I have been going out with Pastor and other brothers and sisters to visit cancer patients. Seeing them struggling in pain and despair is very much like how my family and I faced the pain when my mother was sick before I believed in God. It was really hard. Sometimes I feel like giving up and have no courage to visit patients, but when I see how they experience peace and comforts from God and turn from bitterness and despair to bravely facing therapy and pain, and even facing death with no fear, I will be filled with hope and courage again. 
Thinking back of the first patient, a woman in her seventies. When we first met, she had just found out that she had cancer. She felt very bitter and hopeless, she became very bad tempered and feverish. She looked for all kinds of medical help, hoping that she could save her life with money. She often told us that she should not have cancer; she did not want to die. Miraculously, she and her husband turned to God during one visitation. That night, her illness became very critical and she was sent to hospital. The next morning, we went to see her in the hospital. When she opened her eyes, she very happily told us that last night she was very critical, but Jesus saved her. She has changed from bitterness to happiness, and become very peaceful inside. We reminded her that she has accepted Jesus the day before that was why Jesus saved her. She joyfully replied, "that's right, even if Heavenly Father wanted me to leave this world, I would not fear, because I can go to heaven." Seeing the change of this elderly woman to peacefulness and kindness, even her daughter and grandchildren from the U.S. received the Lord before they returned home. The daugther's family and I became friends. Last time we talked on the phone, she told me that she was going to take courses at the Short Term Mission Training Centre, to learn how to spread the gospel. This news gave me a lot of encouragement. I more firmly believed that God wanted me to experience cancer, so that I understand how to comfort other patients. Recently, God also helped me to understand why He has put me in the Cancer Group. It was not only for me to help other patients, but to help me with the rest of my life. God knows that I am worrisome and forgetful; therefore, God wants me to see His grace on me and on other patients, so that I will not lose faith when I have any physical discomforts.
In a nutshell, God saved me through my mother's cancer illness, and through my own cancer illness He makes me understand that He is the only one I can depend on, and through the Cancer Group I experience the joy of working with God, (I should say that God brought me along to work with him). With the strength, peace and joy from God I leant to submit myself, my family, and the Cancer Group into His hands. I now live more courageously, actively, and meaningfully than before I had cancer, because I have found the only one that I can depend on, my goal in life is to follow God closely.

---- Maggie Chung -----
It
has been some time since I joined CCM's Cancer Caring Group. I joined because a sister-in-Christ invited me.
In mid November 2003, my husband and I visited our family doctor so that she could complete a routine health verification form for us. "Go for a chest X-ray," she said; and from that simple procedure, I was diagnosed with lung cancer. The doctor told me from the CT scan she could not ascertain that the shadow was cancerous but that the chances of cancer was as high as 80%.
It was a Friday, and I thought to myself, "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." I chose not to panic and, that night, I did not tell anybody except my own family. After Sunday school that week, a sister came up to me excitingly and invited me to join the CCM Centre's Cancer Support Group for Tuesday visitations. I was taken aback. Why did she approach me specifically? I was not a cancer patient-or at least not yet confirmed-and she knew that I had a full-time job and would not be able to spare the time. I was awed by how God was moving through her invitation. Did He want to speak to me through her? If I really had lung cancer, it would certainly be in God's will. I told the sister that I could not join them at that time but asked her to pray for God's plan for me in this so that I could participate. 
In February 2004, I had surgery to remove the bad lung lobe. By July, I had almost fully recovered. I quit my job and joined the team of volunteers in the Cancer Caring Group. In the months that passed, through attending monthly meetings, visiting patients and their families, reading the Bible with them, praying together, or going out for lunch together, I experienced the real meaning of volunteering.
I once read the biography of a young female missionary who had a vision for missions to the cannibals in Africa. The day of her departure, she was full of excitement as she stood on the platform of the train to wave goodbye. The train suddenly moved, she fell and one of her legs was amputated by the wheels of the train. Her families, her relatives, friends, and even she could not at first understand why God had allowed such a thing. Was she not on her way to serve God? Was she not preparing to realise her mission? Why was God treating her so cruelly?!
By God's grace, she didn't give up. She was very clear about her mission and worked hard to learn how to use her artificial limb. Once again, she set out on her mission to bring the gospel to the cannibals in Africa. Shortly after her arrival, the African natives captured her and prepared to kill and eat her. At the crucial moment, the woman took off her artificial limb and raised it high above her hand. That act so startled the natives that they thought her to be a god rather than human. She won them over and eventually led the entire tribe to Christ.
That story greatly touches us as cancer patients. While the missionary was looking forward to realising her goal, hardship came. But she did not fear or draw back. She accepted it, faced it, and overcame it. Testing brought interest and excitement into her life and her strong will and faith helped her in her recovery.
She recounted how, during her recovery, she was dependent on a wheelchair and then crutches. Sometimes the struggle was so great, she had tissues to wipe the sweat from her brow. She used cotton wool to swab her wounds when they bled. Were the tissues and the cotton wool important? That depends on the individual. After her recovery, the missionary was able to continue her trip and no longer needed the tissues cotton wool but they were not forgotten or abandoned. They had merely completed their mission and could step down in glory. The missionary herself did not linger in her pain; she focused on the mission ahead of her.
The story of the missionary reminds us of the cancer patients. Hardships strike when they are on their way to realize their goals in life. At such moments are their unceasingly supportive families not like the wheelchair and crutches? Are the volunteers in the CCM group not like the tissue papers and cotton wool? Perhaps small and useful for a short time only, they are nevertheless invaluable to those who need them. And God is there for us throughout.