It started with a fever. Not just any fever—one that defied explanation. After countless tests and two painful bone marrow biopsies, I was diagnosed with Myelodysplastic Syndrome (MDS), a rare and life-threatening blood disorder. I had never heard of it before. Most people haven’t.
The first doctor told me I had 1.6 years to live. The second said 3 to 6 months.
Imagine hearing that. Imagine trying to breathe through it.

The Reality of MDS
MDS means my bone marrow doesn’t produce healthy blood cells. There’s no pill, no surgery, no quick fix. Treatment is aggressive chemotherapy and—if I’m lucky—a stem cell transplant.
My local oncologist said, “We can’t treat you.”
The university hospital said, “We’ll fight with you.”

The Waiting, the Hoping, the Praying
Waiting for appointments. Waiting for lab results. Waiting for a donor match.
You learn patience the hard way. You research until your eyes blur. You cling to hope like it’s oxygen.
My wife and I have cried silent tears. We’ve whispered prayers. We’ve held each other through the darkest nights.

 A Chance at Life: Stem Cell Transplant
The good news? There’s hope. I’ve been placed in the National Marrow Donor Program. A stem cell transplant could save my life—but it’s a race against time.
We now have a transplant date. We have a plan. We have faith.

How You Can Help
I’m sharing my story not just to raise funds—but to raise awareness. MDS is rare, but the need for donors is urgent. Here’s how you can help:
• Donate to help cover the costs of treatment, travel, and recovery
• Join the marrow registry—you could be someone’s miracle
• Share this story to spread awareness and hope
• Pray if you’re the praying kind. We believe in the power of prayer.

Thank You

Your support means everything. Whether it’s a dollar, a prayer, or a share—you’re helping me fight for my life. And for that, I’m deeply grateful