Hi, my name is Ty. I'm 59 years old, and I've always lived a modest, low-budget life. I was a commercial truck driver for 25 years, and before that, I did mostly manual labor jobs. If you had asked me where I saw myself 25 years from now when I was in my 20s or even my 30s, I never would have foreseen stage 4 bone cancer. Thankfully, I only have one grown child with a family of his own, and I don't want to burden him with my poor life planning. I have a sizeable amount of credit card and auto loan debt. Thankfully, I don't own a house or property. And then there's my final expenses, where I also have no plan. I always thought there would be more time to take care of things like this. Yet here I lay in my hospital bed writing this note to all of you, thinking maybe there's hope. If you could find it in your heart to give even a dollar, it would mean so much to me to be able to leave this place while not burdening my young son and his new family. Thank you for your time and maybe even your consideration.