Most people think cancer is the hardest part. It isn’t. The hardest part is everything that comes with it. The financial hit. The selling of your home. The relocation. The medical travel. The insurance chaos. The quiet erosion of stability while you’re just trying to stay alive. And, unexpectedly, learning who your friends and family truly are—and who aren’t. —this is the part no one puts in the brochure. Cancer doesn’t just attack the body. It dismantles a life. I learned th

How do you wrap 50 years of life into two weeks? I wasn’t afraid of death — I just wanted to know I mattered. In the quiet of others, I learned that God never leaves. This is my story of faith, family, and finding purpose when the world goes silent.

Driving to San Francisco alone, I realized I wasn’t really alone at all. God was my co-pilot that night — guiding me toward answers, peace, and a calm I didn’t expect before the storm

After hearing the word ‘biopsy,’ I realized I wasn’t just fighting for answers — I was fighting fear itself. This part of my journey led me to San Francisco, guided by faith, prayer, and a calm I can only describe as divine

A simple dinner at the San Francisco Airport turned into the moment that changed everything. I never had pain — just a tiny freckle above my right eye that I thought was nothing. This post is the first chapter of my journey of faith, survival, and healing through Flying J Ranch.