I'm fighting in memory of my dad, Ray. More than anyone else, my dad instilled a sense of possibility in me - that I can do anything, be anyone I want. His presence, and his loss, shaped the course of my life in countless ways. At the time, I was young and did not truly comprehend what my dad was fighting against - the physical pain, the emotional weight. But he never faltered, and until the very end, embodied the grace and dignity that I always knew.

Boxing is an allegory for life itself. You cannot avoid adversity in the ring. Strength is built through pain, failure. Grace is only possible with calm and control. To quite literally fight against cancer this November is a full circle moment, and one that I take to heart. (And it's gonna be fun.)

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