I was told I had 12 months.
That's not a story you get to argue with. But it is one you get to decide what to do with. So I made a choice: if I was going to fight this, I wasn't going to fight it quietly, and I wasn't going to fight it just for me.
I've spent the time since then treating myself as the test case — trying repurposed drugs, targeted supplementation, and a complete overhaul of my diet and lifestyle, all aimed at getting past the wall, the blood brain barrier, that stops most treatments ever reaching a tumour like mine. Some of it might be doing something. Some of it might be doing nothing at all. I won't know for certain, and that's the honest truth of it.
What I do know is that if any of it is working, that knowledge shouldn't die with me. So I track everything — every meal, every supplement, every number — obsessively, precisely, the way you'd want someone to if the whole point was that another person could actually follow it after I'm gone. That's what became MaxedHealth — not a product, not a pitch, just the tool I built to keep an honest record of what I'm doing to myself, in case it helps someone else do it better.
If any of this has moved you, there are a few ways to help: