Last August, my Dad lost his battle with esophageal cancer. It wasn't even a year from the diagnosis to the end. Regardless of how short his battle was, it was one he fought with courage, tenacity, and fervor.
When someone you love is sick, you feel helpless. You can't make breathing tubes more comfortable, you can't make the pain medication not itch, and you don't have a cure. This is my way of making a difference.
My Dad spent 50 consecutive days at Memorial Sloan Kettering, which means I did too. While I witnessed all of the awful things that come with cancer, I also saw the amazing things that MSK does for its patients and their families. The around-the-clock care, cutting-edge facilities, and world-renowned doctors were more than I could have imagined. This is my way of giving back—both to MSK, and to all the families who have loved ones there now.