It’s been a weird stretch of years for my way-too-pretty baby brother. He was finally turning the page to a new chapter—but life had other plans.

If you know him, you know he’s a total sissy when it comes to pain (sorry, bro). What started as some annoying “old man back pain” turned into a rollercoaster of health issues—some medium serious, some very serious, and some… cancerous.

His recent fitness journey went from Chubby Thor to Little Harry Potter, to full-blown Jabba the Hutt in record time. And behind the humor is a brutal truth: cancer has stolen his ability to lift weights, run around with his sporty girl squad (aka his three bold, hilarious daughters), and just live normally.

As if that wasn’t enough, the companies he’s worked for have either shut down or faced massive layoffs, leaving him with unstable insurance and unexpected medical bills. He’s fought alone for a long time—too long. But even the strongest need a hand sometimes.

He’s full of grit, pride, and dad jokes—but he needs help. Donations will go toward treatments, pain relief, and just a bit of breathing room as he faces what no one should face alone.

Thank you for your kindness. It means more than you know.