Dear Friends,

I’m reaching out with a heavy heart, grappling with feelings of vulnerability and sadness that are hard to put into words. I’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient, even contributing to others’ fundraisers when I could, and planning joyful moments with my grandkids, like the Jeep build we created together for making precious memories. Just a few weeks ago, I felt secure, believing I had years ahead—five or more—to enjoy life, pay off debts, and check off a few cherished bucket-list dreams with my family. I was grateful for insurance and a clinical trial that covered my life-saving medications, giving me hope and stability.

But life, as it so often does, threw an unexpected and cruel curveball. My cancer has taken a devastating turn, stealing time I thought I had. What I once believed would be five years of relative comfort has been reduced to as little as 7 months or less of uncertainty and struggle. The changes in my condition forced me off of the clinical trial. **edited to add: insurance found a program that will retain responsibility over the life saving medication. Glory to God!!

I’ve wrestled with deep shame in sharing this, but the fear of missing out on moments that matter—like taking my daughter on a short trip to Mexico to see the sunrise and sunset over the ocean, maybe taking the grandkids on a short road trip in the jeep THEY built, or even buying small roadside keepsakes for my grandkids to remember me by—has become stronger than my pride. As the primary breadwinner, I’m also worried about the burden my illness might place on my family. With hospice care on the horizon and the prospect of reduced income from short- and long-term disability, I’m hoping to ease the financial strain and prepare as best I can.

I’m sharing this because so many of you have kindly asked, “What can I do to help?” It’s taken everything in me to set aside my pride and answer honestly. If you’re able to contribute, even a small amount would mean the world to help cover treatments, support my family, and make a few final memories. If donating isn’t possible, I understand completely—your prayers, kind thoughts, and sharing this message and campaign would mean just as much. I am so thankful that many donations are coming from complete, but God sent strangers. So please continue to share.

I’m so grateful for your love and support, and I hope you’ll hold space for me without judgment as I navigate this heartbreaking chapter.

With all the love I possess,

Dave