I’m stepping into the ring to fight for something far bigger than myself.

I’m fighting in memory of my father, Mark Stifler, who lost his battle with cancer 13 years ago. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him — his strength, his love, and everything cancer stole from us too soon.

I’m also fighting for a little warrior named Zoey — my friend’s daughter — who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma at just 4 months old. Today, Zoey is in remission, but her fight isn’t over. Doctors continue to monitor her, and every day her story reminds me why this mission matters.

Please consider donating to support cancer research, treatment, and care. Together, we can throw the punches that cancer never sees coming.

This fight is a reminder of who we’ve lost, who we’re still fighting for, and why this battle matters.