Racing Time To Save Your Life
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There's something I need to shareβa hard truth about cancer treatments that many people donβt talk about. No matter what treatment path you choose, whether conventional or healthier options, there is no definitive cure for cancer. Every optionβchemo, radiation, surgery, integrative therapiesβis hope. Hope for more time. Hope for healing. Hope to see the people you love again tomorrow.
But what happens when the system denies you even that hope?
I know what itβs like to sit in silence after a long day, wondering how much more you can take. To feel the clock ticking, knowing youβre running out of time to raise the money for treatments that could save your life. If youβre reading this and you feel brokenβif youβre crying right now, overwhelmed and terrifiedβI want you to know I understand.
When I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, I was given months to live. The healthier treatments that ultimately saved my life werenβt covered by insurance. They were labeled βexperimentalβ because they didnβt fit the systemβs prioritiesβpriorities driven by patents, profits, and pharmaceutical control. So, I had no choice but to fundraise.
Fundraising for survival isnβt just about the moneyβitβs about what it takes from your soul. Every donation that came in felt like a small whisper of hope, a vote of confidence in my survival. But every day without donations was crushing. It felt like the world was telling me my life didnβt matter enough.
And hereβs a harsh reality: sometimes even family membersβthose with the means to helpβchoose not to.
Maybe they have their reasons, but when youβre racing the clock, those reasons feel like silence in a moment when you desperately need a voice saying, βI believe in you.β Itβs a heartbreak that no one should have to endure, but Iβve heard these stories over and over for over a decade.
If youβve never been through thisβnever faced the terror of fighting cancer while racing time to fundraise for the treatments that might save your lifeβplease donβt try to argue against it. This is real. This is what happens to people like us. No hypothetical, no intellectual debate can replace the raw, lived reality of this experience.
The pressure to survive consumes you. You feel like your worth is tied to the generosity of others, and the haunting questions never leave: What if I donβt raise enough? What if I run out of time? What if I lose my chance at life simply because I couldnβt afford it?
The truth is, this system isnβt built to save usβitβs built to profit off of us. Healthier, less invasive options like the ones that saved my life in 2011 are denied coverage because they canβt be patented or sold for massive profit. Theyβre dismissed as βunproven,β while people like us are left to fight two battles: one against cancer and another against a system that refuses to prioritize human life over money.
To those raising money right now: you are not alone. Your worth is not measured by the dollars you raise, the people who give or donβt give, or the system that has failed you. Your life is priceless.
I know how heavy this fight feels. I know the fear of fighting for your life while also worrying about how to care for your children or keep food on the table. But I also know this: You are extraordinary. Not because of what youβre battling, but because of the courage and strength you show every day, even when you feel like you have nothing left.
We need to demand betterβa system that values people over profits, healing over bureaucracy, and life over greed. Until that day comes, I will continue to speak out, to fight for change, and to remind you that you are not defined by this broken system.
To everyone racing against time to fundraise for treatments: You matter. Your life matters. Keep fighting. You are worth every effort and so much more.
This system must change. Healthier options have shown the same success as conventional treatments, and it is not fair to be denied access to these life-saving therapies by health insurance. Every person deserves the chance to choose hope without fighting for survival in every sense of the word.
A Prayer for You
Heavenly Father,
I lift up every person reading this who feels broken, overwhelmed, and afraid. You know their struggles and their pain, Lord, and I ask You to bring them comfort and peace in this moment. Give them the strength to keep fighting, the hope to hold on, and the reassurance that their life is precious and valued in Your eyes. Surround them with people who will lift them up, provide for their needs, and remind them they are not alone. Please open doors that seem impossible to open and make a way where there seems to be none. In Your name, I pray. Amen.
