In 2006, my father was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. He was given five months to five years to live and, seven months later, he was gone.
Almost every positive memory I have with my dad is at the table. My dad didn't just eat to survive. Food was how he lived. For him, mealtime was an experience. It was his chance to escape from the stress of the day, feel taken care of, and connect with those he cared about.
I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO SHARE ANOTHER MEAL WITH MY DAD. INSTEAD, I'VE MADE IT MY MISSION TO GIVE OTHER FAMILIES FIGHTING CANCER THE CHANCE TO ENJOY MORE MEALS WITH THEIR LOVED ONES.
With your help, I can make this mission a reality.
Thank you for being here!