I was diagnosed with cancer and
I thought I was going to die.
But..., I am not done living yet!

I’m 53 years old. At 1:30 a.m. on February 23, 2026, I thought I was going to die. A few hours earlier, at 10:30 p.m., I had my wife take me to the emergency room after several days of rapidly increasing abdominal pain. I thought I was having a gallbladder attack. Never in a million years did I expect the emergency room doctor to come into the room and tell me I had cancer. He told me he would send a referral to a surgeon and an oncologist, and they’d get in touch with me.

A few months earlier, my wife’s best friend died within a few weeks of learning she had cancer. Knowing this, I walked out of the hospital planning my exit from this earth. I was exhausted and in extreme pain. I knew I had enough energy to either rapidly make plans or fight the cancer. Based on my pain levels, I did not believe I had much time. I was also unable to eat any food — later finding out a large tumor was blocking my stomach.