Before I give you the rundown on this man's battle with cancer, I want to tell you a little about the man. My dad, Jeff King, is the single most important man in my life.  No matter the situation, my dad has always been such a huge supporter of mine. You know those people who look like they might need a helping hand? My dad is the guy who would always put forth the little extra effort in order to help. If you ever needed someone you could count on, my dad has always been that person. He has always offered any of his knowledge or possesions to those in need of them. I could not have asked for a better role model growing up. If I am an ounce of what he is then I think I've turned out pretty well. He and my mom have made it a priority to take the best of care of their family. They are even raising their grandaughter as their own. It makes them so proud to be her Nanny and Papa. I think my dad always wanted another child, and Evynn has been his. He has been the sole provider for his household since my mom retired about 5 years ago. He has been a well known part of our home town with his boat business for about 20 years. Everyone knows us by "the boat shop." Though all of these things are important for you to know, if there's one thing I would ask you leave this page knowing, it's the faith my dad possesses. Growing up with Jeff King wasn't always easy as a rebellious teenager, but it was only because he had instilled this annoying little thing in me: the fear of God. My dad's faith and the faith of our family has remained strong and will continue to remain strong. If you don't know my God, our God, then please ask. I would love to share the gospel and our testimony with you.

Now the hard part. My dad was diagnosed in August of 2014 with stage 4 rectal cancer. It had caused a large tumor on his rectum as well as spread to his liver. The preliminary scans gave us an idea of what we would be facing --which the doctors were optimistic about treating. He began with 35 targeted radiation treatments and oral chemotherapy. After the radiation, they realized that particular chemo wasn't helping like they hoped so they decided that implanting a port was best so he could receive IV  chemo. The aftermath of the radiation wasn't easy. His wounds weren't healing fast enough. He then began hyperbaric chamber treatment daily (if you're not familiar with hyperbaric chamber therapy, imagine being locked in a transparent iron lung for about 2 hours per day, fun right?) At some point, I'm not sure of the exact date, my father went into remission and we were told that his liver scan was clear!!!! PRAISE GOD!!! It was so easy to revert back to daily life and believe that everything was smooth sailing from here on out. As soon as he could get his pain under control, things would be normal again, right? Wrong. On July 29th we heard what no one wants to hear. The cancer was back . This time, with a vengeance. His oncologist said she had done all she could do for him. She gave him some different oral chemo drugs and sent him on his way feeling hopeless and defeated. We knew then that it was time for a second opinion. AND HERE'S WHERE THE STORY GETS GOOD!!! The night of the news, we contacted MD Anderson. This hospital is the best we know of. It is also close to 700 miles away.  They have accepted him to come and talk to the doctors and have 3-5 days worth of appointments and testing. This fund is to help with traveling expenses as well as medical expenses. Anything you can give will help our cause. The world is a better place with my dad in it, but its close to perfect when he is cancer free and able to be himself. Thank you for your support and please continue to pray and keep us in your thoughts. God is faithful, the true healer, and none of this would be possible without Him!