In May of 2021, my father Aldo Alvarez, went into the ER with abdominal pain; us not knowing that it would be the beginning of the nightmare of a rollercoaster we've had to live after that ER visit. My father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, one of the most aggressive types of cancer.

My father completely changed his way of living, from being a productive- hardworking, always restless to complete tasks to having to leave work and hardly leaving his home to keep his body healthy for chemotherapy.

From May to October my father attended biweekly chemotherapy appointments followed by 72 hours of at home chemotherapy treatment. He was on the strongest form of chemotherapy, not only was his body fighting the tumor, but he was also suffering the effects of chemotherapy everyday. My father radiated with courage and would go into each chemotherapy appointment with strength and hopes this would treat his newly told diagnosis. The original treatment plan was my father was going to undergo 5 chemotherapy sessions to reduce the size of the tumor and would later get a procedure to remove the tumor. In September, after the first 5 round of chemotherapy, the doctors advised us the tumor was shrinking and the chemo was working. We were filled with extreme hope and faith to hear he was fighting this horrible diagnosis, and surprised him with a cake and balloons in excitement. He called everyone of his family members that knew of his diagnosis to tell them he was beating this horrible diagnosis.

While we waited for a possible procedure date, he underwent 4 more rounds of chemotherapy in order for the tumor to not grow while we waited for availability. During this wave of hope and excitement he spent his 55th birthday getting chemotherapy. Early October, we were advised the tumor had increased in size, chemotherapy was not working and shortly after we were advised the cancer had now spread to his liver. Before we were even able to determine the next steps with the doctors my dad was hospitalized in November. He spent thanksgiving in the hospital, watching his Raiders win. My father did not return from the hospital where he passed away on December 10, 2021. He fought 7 long months with this horrible disease.

My father will be remembered for his cheerfulness, radiant smile, humbleness and great stories and fantastic music taste by so many. His huge heart and personality will be missed by many everyday. He was not only a loving husband and father to my family but a loving uncle to all his nieces and nephews who would say he was more like their father too. Always taking care of those who lacked a father in their life.

I am creating this account to provide relief for funeral expenses and financial relief to my mother who became his primary caretaker during his battle and is now unemployed with three children.

We appreciate everyones help through this heartbreaking tragedy and being present during this time and forward.