John Huffman's Cancer Treatment
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John Huffman's Cancer Treatment Fund
When I was a little girl, I distinctly remember the voice of my father each time I ran down the last straightaway of the track. Resounding and clear over the jumbled roar of the crowd, for whatever reason, I only heard him, ever.
“Burn em Baby, burn em!”
I knew his voice, I knew his love. It was in those last seconds of pain and doubt to finish my race that I felt comfort and strength in his voice; just knowing he was with me. I always pushed. I always finished. No matter how badly it hurt or how I wanted to stop. When I knew he was with me, I could take on the world.
I realize now, that in life we are all running our own races. However, this time its my Daddy who is running against time, running for his life; and it is me, my Mother, my family, our friends who are desperately screaming from the sidelines to fight, to make it through to the finish.
One month ago, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Unfortunately, by the time we found it, it had metastasized to his lungs and lymph nodes. The cancer has taken away his ability to eat so he has dropped significant weight and is too weak to walk around anymore. He is a shell of the big strong man I used to know, but I see still there is fight within his once powerful frame, within that comforting voice I know too well. He’s a Huffman, he’s a fighter, we won’t give up yet.
For those of you that don’t know my father; my Dad is the hardest working man I’ve ever known. Father to three girls, and grandfather to five children, he worked almost everyday of his life as a carpenter to keep food on our table and roof over our heads. He is a beautiful singer, guitar player and composer, sensitive, but the toughest guy around. He’s known around town as the “Karaoke King” and has made a name for himself amongst various karaoke spots around Long Island. People are drawn to his genuine nature and his quick witted humor, he always knows how to make me laugh, even in the most serious of situations- even from his hospital bed.
In this moment, time is of the essence and were quickly running out of options. Our plan now is to get my father down to a special clinic in Houston, Texas to receive cutting edge treatment for his current condition- it is the most promising option that we have found thus far. We are trying desperately to raise the funds to get him down to Texas and to pay for the treatments that insurance doesn’t cover. We want to give him a fighting chance against this disease and not just settle for traditional cancer treatments that are often more hurtful than helpful. I am asking you friends, in this time of desperation to find it in your hearts to help, whether it be monetarily, through recommendations or helpful advice, or even just in your positive thoughts and prayers.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
When I was a little girl, I distinctly remember the voice of my father each time I ran down the last straightaway of the track. Resounding and clear over the jumbled roar of the crowd, for whatever reason, I only heard him, ever.
“Burn em Baby, burn em!”
I knew his voice, I knew his love. It was in those last seconds of pain and doubt to finish my race that I felt comfort and strength in his voice; just knowing he was with me. I always pushed. I always finished. No matter how badly it hurt or how I wanted to stop. When I knew he was with me, I could take on the world.
I realize now, that in life we are all running our own races. However, this time its my Daddy who is running against time, running for his life; and it is me, my Mother, my family, our friends who are desperately screaming from the sidelines to fight, to make it through to the finish.
One month ago, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Unfortunately, by the time we found it, it had metastasized to his lungs and lymph nodes. The cancer has taken away his ability to eat so he has dropped significant weight and is too weak to walk around anymore. He is a shell of the big strong man I used to know, but I see still there is fight within his once powerful frame, within that comforting voice I know too well. He’s a Huffman, he’s a fighter, we won’t give up yet.
For those of you that don’t know my father; my Dad is the hardest working man I’ve ever known. Father to three girls, and grandfather to five children, he worked almost everyday of his life as a carpenter to keep food on our table and roof over our heads. He is a beautiful singer, guitar player and composer, sensitive, but the toughest guy around. He’s known around town as the “Karaoke King” and has made a name for himself amongst various karaoke spots around Long Island. People are drawn to his genuine nature and his quick witted humor, he always knows how to make me laugh, even in the most serious of situations- even from his hospital bed.
In this moment, time is of the essence and were quickly running out of options. Our plan now is to get my father down to a special clinic in Houston, Texas to receive cutting edge treatment for his current condition- it is the most promising option that we have found thus far. We are trying desperately to raise the funds to get him down to Texas and to pay for the treatments that insurance doesn’t cover. We want to give him a fighting chance against this disease and not just settle for traditional cancer treatments that are often more hurtful than helpful. I am asking you friends, in this time of desperation to find it in your hearts to help, whether it be monetarily, through recommendations or helpful advice, or even just in your positive thoughts and prayers.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
Organizer and beneficiary
Ashley Huffman
Organizer
Astoria, NY
Linda Huffman
Beneficiary