My big brother has cancer.
He is way too cool for it.

I’m a hairstylist..he’s a rock star - I get people ready for the party - HE IS THE PARTY.
He always has been.
The fun and funny one. The ridiculously witty one. The man of few words who can say it all - with a look, a sigh, a sound or a song.

I’m the one in the background, the quiet one.
We were both the weirdos, the loners, the losers - we weren’t the popular kids, but we were kids who had each other’s back through thick and thin.  And so as long as I’ve got my brother, I’m included.

I recently told him that being able to tell people that he is my brother makes me feel a little bit cooler.

I want the world to see him, to hear him and to hear his story, to know his name, to feel inspired by him or by his little sisters idolization of him - I want us all to help him beat up cancer!
It’s been picking on him.

He is my favorite brother in the whole wide world.
He is my only brother!

He is my favorite artist - I used to ask him to draw pictures just for me...but his talent should be seen.
He is my favorite song writer - I always wanted the world to hear his voice, and see his awesome ‘bam’ ‘pow’ hands play guitar. He has played shows from Virginia to New Mexico, New York to Florida, Texas and California and an unbelievable amount of places in between.
He laughs when I say this, but in my opinion his cover songs, are better than the originals! ;)

I want the world to feel his lyrics as passionately as I know he does - he feels Rock-n-Roll to the core of his being.
Rock-N-Roll is his people!!!

If I ever try to impress someone with music knowledge (that I don’t have!) I call my brother - and on the spot he tells me obscure musicians names and facts that make me seem much cooler than I am.
I only trust if music is good, if my brother tells me it is.

My son, who is an only child, loves listening to stories of his uncle - and what it was like to be as lucky as I was to have been born with an instant best friend - to play with, to get in trouble with, to kinda cheat at monopoly with, to tattle tell on - but to have each other’s back - no matter what.

I always want to make my brother laugh, or even just chuckle - makes me feel like I have really accomplished something big!
I hope we can accomplish something big here, donate if you can, or at least help him smile - the way he has made me.
Through all of this he has been my big strong brother making me laugh, cry, laugh and cry - while he is battling and bravely fighting Squamous Cell Lung Cancer.

I think sometimes when a friend is in need there are people who want to be the one to fulfill that every need, because they’ve known them longer or have more and better stories of the times they’ve shared -
when this happened to my brother I told a friend of his I’d like to help her set up a fundraiser - she told me “no one even knows who you are” - I don’t need anyone to know who I am - I want them to know who he is -  * Steve Gilbert.

though I am a friend and a fan, I can’t feel what his friends are feeling, when they hear his voice crack through a ‘rebel yell’.
though I am a mother, I can’t feel what our parents are feeling, when they can’t hold, kiss and cradle their little boy.
and no one can feel the lostness I felt when I heard I couldn’t tag along with my big brother on this journey.  Steven, I’m in the back of the room quietly cheering you on at the top of my lungs!
No one could ever know the love I have for my brother - but he does - I tell him every day now and he says “ew, gross”
(followed with “I love you too KK”)

All I can really do is be by his side, and I want to be by my brothers side every day,  but I have to work, as I know we all do,  it’s only about 4 hours from home,  but it seems like forever - I am here with him now but I’m leaving soon, I’ll be back in a few days and I hope to raise a few dollars of gas money or for him some pajamas, for him some books, some gift cards, for him some snacks, his phone bill and of course his medical expenses.