n 2020, at just 22 years old, my son was diagnosed with Stage III testicular cancer that had metastasized. A large tumor had developed near his aorta, pancreas, and kidney. After visiting several doctors, we finally found our way to the University of Miami Sylvester Comprehensive Cancer Center, where treatment began immediately.

For three months, he underwent weekly chemotherapy, often facing those long and difficult days at the hospital alone, without family by his side to hold his hand or lift his spirits. After chemotherapy, he underwent a 12-hour surgery. He lost a testicle, suffered damage to a kidney, and had several lymph nodes removed. He was left with a massive scar running from his chest to below his belly button. At only 22, he had already endured more than most people could imagine.

We thought the worst was behind us.

Then, in 2025, everything changed again. He began experiencing persistent back pain. A visit to urgent care revealed another tumor, this time in his pancreas. A biopsy confirmed what no parent ever wants to hear: cancer was back.

This time, it was a rare sarcoma, difficult to treat and located in an extremely complicated area, near the site of his previous surgery. He underwent months of aggressive chemotherapy, including a powerful medication known as the "Red Devil," followed by three months of radiation and additional chemotherapy.

During his final chemotherapy treatment, a medication change led to a devastating reaction. He spent three weeks in intensive care and came frighteningly close to losing his life.

We had to find the strength to face another surgery.

A month later, we sat outside the operating room praying. The surgeon came out three times, unsure whether the operation could even be completed. After eight long hours, he managed to remove the tumor. My son lost half of his pancreas and his spleen.

We thought we could finally begin healing. Unfortunately, the complications continued. His surgical drain was removed too early, causing fluid to accumulate in his abdomen and leak through his incision. His wound became infected and had to be reopened. We made repeated trips for emergency treatment, and he eventually required home nursing care twice a day to clean and pack the wound.

What should have been a recovery completed by June stretched into October. It was an exhausting and frightening experience for our entire family.

Today, we are incredibly grateful that he is alive. But surviving cancer is only part of the battle. Six years of fighting cancer, surgeries, hospital stays, complications, and recovery have taken an enormous emotional, physical, and financial toll.

This past year, he was unable to drive, and his car is now in desperate need of repairs. He also needs continued nutritional support as he adjusts to life after losing part of his pancreas. We hope to help him return to Jenny Craig's meal program, which we previously used when we could afford it, to help him manage his weight and meet his changing dietary needs.

I am asking for your help so my son can begin rebuilding his life.

Your donations will go toward:

His ongoing health, nutritional support, and recovery.

Getting his car repaired so he can regain some independence.

Other medical, transportation, and living expenses as he continues healing.

No donation is too small. If you are unable to contribute, sharing his story would mean just as much to us.

As a mother, there is nothing harder than watching your child fight for his life, not once, but twice. We cannot give him back the years that cancer has taken, but we hope we can give him a little help, comfort, and independence as he moves forward.

We are grateful for every prayer, every donation, every share, and every act of kindness.

Thank you for helping my son have the opportunity to live his life beyond cancer. ❤️