05/27/2026
Odds are, you know someone who’s dealing with cancer. If not, you do now.
I was diagnosed in 2023. We only caught it because a family history had me looking.
TL;DR: My first prostate MRI was suspicious; my second a year later even moreso. Needle biopsy (probably wouldn’t do again, knowing what I do now) came back Gleason 3+4. Stage II favorable.
When I first started shaving my head in 1991, people figured swimmer, skinhead, or cancer. Nowadays, it’s unlikely anyone looks at a guy like me and thinks ‘cancer’—in part due to the way I’m approaching it.
Opting out of conventional treatment (hardly a surprise to those who know me), I partnered with a naturopathic oncologist to help me solve my metabolic Rubik’s Cube.
If this comes as news to you, please don’t feel bad for me. I’m still asymptomatic and my monthly liquid biopsies continue to be negative for circulating tumor DNA—so it’s staying put for now. In fact, other than an elevated PSA my bloodwork is way better now than it ever was before cancer.
It’s funny, when a sprained foot is more of an issue in the moment than the cancer you know you have, but here we are.
How do I do it? I know I’m not oblivous to it, I’m just not consumed by it. I suppose not being able to get life insurance weighs on me—but then, there’s something about actually knowing you’re worth more to your family alive than dead.
And the part of me where faith resides, knows that I was made in the image and the truth of who I am was, in part, meant to be revealed through this process.
DM me if you want to talk about keto, supplementation, or alternative therapies.
Keep me in your prayers, and humbly, if you or anyone else you know needs headshots that illustrate their nouns, or portraits that illuminate their verbs—it’s how I manage the cost of staying healthy when insurance would rather pay for me to be sick. *end mini-rant* 🔥
