Rebecca

My Story is about My father, David

This event took place from 06/05/2025 to 01/27/2026

The Discovery

All of a sudden, my father stopped eating and lost about 60lbs. His stomach was ballooning and the rest of him was skinny. He was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer..he had a few strokes and we had begun funeral arrangements come September 2025 after he was sent home on hospice from hospital treatments for a few weeks. We went back to the hospital only after a day of hospice and he was treated for sepsis and had stomach draining. He remained in the hospital for another 2 months and was unable to walk or use the restroom unassisted and was still unable to eat. Eventually he was released and we have been working with him praying to bring him into the new year. He has come this far, is able to eat and so far has stable numbers. However, he is still very much sick of the cancer…he is fighting, doing chemo every 2 weeks. He has good days and bad days. We are trying to raise funds to help assist with daily routine, bills, and unfortunately funeral plans…He is a marine corps veteran, an amazing father of 3 kids and loving grandfather of 3 boys. He has been a doting husband for 40 years. He grew up in poverty but has worked hard with my mother to make sure we got educated, knew the value of hard work and being a human being of integrity. If anyone can find it in their heart to help support, that would mean the world. Thank you.

This is My Story

The Impact of Time

Time has revealed itself to be more precious than we can comprehend. It seems like its an intangible never ending resource…we’ve all said “i have plenty of time”…but then something happens and you realize, time is not a never ending resource. It is a part of us each. And we each have a personal limit of which we cannot control. You can share your time, or take it for yourself. But you cannot extend what isn’t yours to extend. When they told us my father has a year, back in June, that was a scary thought, so much can happen in a year. Can we make a capsule big enough to fit rushed memories? Can I put my guilt of taking his life and presence for granted for these 34 years so far, to enjoy what time we DO have left? Its easier said than done, to never take life, or time, or people for granted. But unfortunately, by nature, we do. Until we are presented with that reality of ourselves, not valuing what we have while we have it. When the countdown begins.