Friends, Family, and Kind Strangers,

On September 20th, my life changed in a way I never could have imagined. What started as a sharp, stabbing pain in my right side sent me to the hospital — just a regular day that turned into something I’ll never forget. After some blood work and testing, the doctors told me I needed to see a liver specialist. I tried to stay calm and hopeful, but deep down, I knew something serious was happening.

A few weeks later, on October 14th, after undergoing several scans, I heard the words no one ever wants to hear — a 12-centimeter tumor was found on my liver. The days that followed were a blur of emotions, tears, and prayers. Soon after, I was officially diagnosed with Hepatocellular Carcinoma, a form of liver cancer, with extension into my main portal vein.

When I was told that a liver transplant wasn’t an option because the tumor was too large and had spread to a main vein, I felt my heart sink. As a husband and a father, all I could think about was my wife and kids — how much I want to be here for them, to see them grow, laugh, and live the lives we’ve dreamed about together.

Right now, my best options are immunotherapy and radiation. I’m undergoing radiation five days a week and immunotherapy every three weeks (which will soon increase to weekly treatments). It’s a tough journey — the fatigue, the pain, the uncertainty — but I’m choosing every day to fight. I remind myself that every sunrise is another chance to keep pushing forward, to keep believing in healing, and to keep trusting in God’s plan for me.

This has also been one of the hardest seasons of my life because I’m unable to work or provide for my family the way I used to. As a man, as a provider, it hurts deeply to watch my wife and kids worry while I’m doing everything I can just to stay strong. But their love, their strength, and the incredible support I’ve received from so many of you — friends, family, and even people I’ve never met — have been my light through the darkness.

Every message, every prayer, every act of kindness lifts my spirit more than words can say. It reminds me that I’m not fighting this alone — that I have an army of love behind me.

If you feel it in your heart to donate, my family and I would be forever grateful. Your support will help cover medical expenses, treatment costs, and help keep our home stable during this time when I’m unable to work. But please know — even if you can’t give financially — your prayers, love, and simply walking with me on this journey mean just as much.

This fight isn’t over. I believe in miracles, I believe in faith, and I believe in the power of love and community. I’m holding onto hope that one day I’ll be able to look back on this and say, “We made it through.”

Thank you all for taking the time to read my story, for your compassion, and for being part of this journey with me. From the bottom of my heart — thank you for standing beside me and my family during the hardest fight of our lives.