My cancer story starts with my Aunt. My fun loving, artistic, beautiful, and kind Aunt. As a young boy I never understood how serious cancer is and how much she had to go through. I remember hearing the clicking of her oxygen machine from the other room and knew it was a bad sign that she was at home in the hospital bed. My last memory of her is when I visited at 11pm, and just seeing her lying in her bed in terrible condition. The next day I woke up to the news that she had passed an hour after I left. I relay in support of all who go through the struggle of cancer.
I want to raise as much money as possible. This goal is simply a bare minimum to support the important work being done!