I hate asking for help. I hate it because I’ve spent all of my adult life being the man who helped everybody else. But cancer doesn’t give a damn about pride, and it doesn’t care how strong you think you are. It has taken my health, my ability to work, my ability to drive, my family, and my independence. And after everything I’ve fought through, I’m standing here having to admit something that hurts worse than I expected: I’m the one who needs help now.

At the request of several people, I’ve opened this fundraiser back up. I’m not looking for a handout. I’m asking for a hand up because cancer has taken pieces of my life I never thought I’d have to give up. I’m a Navy Veteran fighting Stage 2 colon cancer with high-risk factors. I was diagnosed on July 18, 2025. Since then, surgeries, chemotherapy, radiation and everything that comes with cancer have changed my life in ways I never expected.

I am disabled now, and after court ordered deductions from my SSDI I get $514.00 per month. I can’t drive because of the effects of vertigo and dizziness, which chemotherapy and the radiation tripled in effectiveness. I recently sold my truck to one of my followers because I needed the money more than I needed the truck. And there was a point when I was staring at the possibility of losing my home. That is a terrifying thing to admit when you’ve spent your life believing you were supposed to be the one holding everything together.

I started this fundraiser because I wanted to help Veterans and families dealing with cancer as well as myself. More than $1,700 has already gone back to people who needed help with food, utilities, and basic living expenses. I’m proud of that. I would do it again and again. But somewhere along the way, the man who was helping everyone else became the man who needed help. That is a hell of a thing to admit.

I’ve spent my adult life being the provider. The guy people called when something needed fixing. The guy who showed up when someone else couldn’t carry the load. I’ve never been particularly good at asking for anything for myself. Cancer has a way of stripping that pride right out of you. So this time, I’m asking.

Donations will help keep me in my home and cover the medical costs I’m paying out of pocket while I continue fighting cancer. They give me some breathing room when I need it most, so I can focus on getting through treatment instead of wondering whether I’m going to lose the place I call home. I’m not asking anyone to feel sorry for me. I don’t want pity. I want a chance to keep fighting.

If you can’t donate, I understand. Everyone has their own battles. But sharing this fundraiser costs nothing, and that share could reach someone who can help. I’ve spent a lot of my life helping other people stand when life knocked them down. Right now, I’m the one on the ground. And for the first time in my life, I’m asking somebody to reach down and help me back up. That’s not easy for me to say. But cancer has already taken enough from me. I’m not going to let pride be the next thing it takes.

Thank You and God Bless!