My name is Josh. For the past year and a half, my family and I have been living through some of the hardest days we've faced. I lost my job in January 2025. My wife has carried us as long as she can, working hard every day just to keep the mortgage paid and the lights on. She hasn't stopped. But it's not enough anymore, and I hate saying that. Four weeks ago I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, stage 3, possibly stage 4. In two weeks I start chemo and radiation for 8-12 weeks and I'm ready. What I'm not ready for is my family dealing with the stress of bills while I do it. We have a 17-year-old daughter at home. She didn't ask for any of this and neither did my wife. But here we are.

Everything raised here goes to two months of basic expenses. Mortgage. Utilities. Food. The things that keep a family together when everything else is falling apart. That's it. I've never asked for help like this. It goes against everything in me. But my family is more important than my pride, and I've made my peace with that.

If you can give anything, thank you. If you can share this, that means something too. I don't take either lightly. We're just trying to get through this together.