Why am I here? It’s November 23, and sometimes I look at my own life and still wonder how I am standing. I have gone through seventy radiation treatments, more than twenty chemotherapy infusions, and a five-hour radical neck dissection that changed the way I move, breathe, and speak. I am living with stage four cancer, and this round I am fighting with everything God and the universe put in my path, including immunotherapy and alternative medicine. My last CT scan showed something I still consider a miracle: my cancer has shrunk by almost fifty percent.
So I ask myself again, why am I here?
And the answer keeps rising inside me. I am here because God kept me here. I am here because the universe placed me exactly where I needed to stand. I am here because my story is meant to help someone else take one more step in the dark.
In these last four months, five people with cancer have reached out to me. I did not look for them. They found me, and I know that is not an accident. I talk with them, share my research, share my citations, share my failures and wins, and tell them to work with their doctors, stay curious, and stay open. I am not a doctor. I am not a guru. I am just a man who refuses to give up and refuses to let someone else walk this road alone.
My left arm barely lifts past my mid-torso. My feet burn with neuropathy. My voice comes and goes. I am on Social Security Disability because I cannot work. But I can still help. I can still lift someone’s spirit even if I cannot lift my arm. I can still share love even if my voice cracks. I can still point someone toward hope even when I am scared myself.
The carnivore diet changed my life. I went from 255 pounds down to 155. My bloodwork looks better than it did in my forties. My body, outside of the cancer, is healthier than ever. That is why I created WaynesCancerJourney.com, to put everything I learn in one place and let people decide for themselves how to fight their own battle.
People meet with me face-to-face and break down about their diagnosis or their loved one’s diagnosis, and I tell them the truth, the same truth God keeps whispering into my heart: There is hope. You can fight this. You can heal. You are not alone.