My father who died of multiple myeloma cancer in 2005, fought for near 3 years, but it took almost 3 years and 5 doctors to find the cancer to begin with.

His high blood pressure and diabetes, which ran in his family (Black men born in St. Louis grew up and living in Detroit, Chi, and Gary, Indiana), was making it difficult for them to diagnose in the beginning. As his condition worsened they struggled to find answers.
Then about two years in, when he could no longer be considered a worker for his company (missed too many accrued days) and he lost his insurance, shit became a fucn maze to figure out

anyway, thank you for sharing your journey thus far. may you always find power and strength in your weakest moments