I could easily give you the statistics about pancreatic cancer. Face value, they’re pretty grim. For all stages of pancreatic cancer, the five-year survival rate falls between 5 and 6%. There is still no early testing… and no cure, unless you’re among the less than 20% eligible for surgery to have it removed only in its earliest stages and even then, there’s no certainty. What’s more, there is hardly any federal funding.
I won’t persist with the stats, though. I never put much stock in them anyway; my dad sure as hell didn’t. One thing that’s for sure, he never lived his life based by the numbers.
Instead, I’m going to tell you a story, in more ways than one.
This November is pancreatic cancer awareness month. I’d like to share with you my father’s courageous fight – chapters, if you will, spanning several blog posts. Perhaps you’re much the way I used to be… you know, living life with cancer being way over there. I’m just going to bring it a little bit closer, if that’s alright with you. I don’t know what, if anything, you may glean from my father’s story, but if I may speak frankly, I believe you will never question the power of the human spirit again.
Are you ready for the journey?
Together, we can make a difference…
(November 1 – Purple Hope and Saints coming soon)