Hearing the doctor tell my family that my only sister, Jessica, had terminal cancer was a crushing and devastating day. It was a moment I can clearly recount, and still rattles me deeper than I’d like to admit when I reflect on it. I try to avoid the subject in conversations because I hate talking about it. I hate thinking about it. I hate everything about it. Unfortunately, we aren’t the only family that has to go through this. And that is why I’m fighting – to get your attention. I’m not the guy who ever starts a fight. I’m not in the best shape of my life. I’m not at my prime. And I don’t particularly enjoy being punched in the face. Rather, this is a platform. It has brought you to this page, and hopefully the thought of seeing me smacked around has incentivized you to donate to the future of a cure. I reject any belief that we can’t cure cancer. I am raising money for Dana Farber Cancer Institute where my sister gets treatment and where new treatments are found and tested. Jessica fights every day. She battles terminal cancer, depression, stress, and intense chemo treatments. She is the true fighter, I am not. You can fight for her too. Donate generously.