Danny Samson because Brain Cancer Fucking Sucks!

Imagine I told you that there was a 1% chance you could win something? You would laugh it off and never think twice about it, right? Keep this in mind for the end of the story and we will start at the beginning. My dad has always been one of the strongest, honest and most loyal men I know. He is the definition of hardworking and stability. He began his adult life enlisting in the Military, moving to Colorado, where he met my mom Olivia and he spent 9 years serving our country. When they finally moved back to the states from Germany, they birthd my brother and I and then like life seems to do the time flew by. My parents are the model to marriage as they have been together now for 47 years. During my childhood my dad was the ultimate father figure, he was always there for us and made every sacrifice necessary to ensure we always were taken care of. I can remember him working 70 hr work weeks and still being there to support my brother and I in everything we did. Fast forward he became a grandfather to my 3 boys in which he absolutely adores. My first son Keon was born with a severe disability and I remember being so afraid and lost, but my dad was my pillar. He was there to hold him through sleepless nights and support me in every step of the way. He always assured me things would be ok and helped me keep a positive prospective. Not only has my dad been an amazing father but he is an amazing pawpa. He is always supporting the boys and never misses an opportunity to be there for them. As for his work life my dad is your typical hard working American. He has grinded out a career working for Boeing for over 25 years and most recently working at Collins Aerospace. He has spent his career working hard hoping to one day to retire and spend time with his family. However 6 years ago he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. It literally shook us to our core. All of the usual thoughts of why my dad? He has worked so hard, he has done everything the right way and doesn't deserve this. My dad shook it off and fought through and after a year and half he rang the bell of remission. We were so full of happiness. Life went on for a few years and all was fine until it wasn't. What do you know the cancer birthed it's way back and spread to his neck and shoulders. Devastation set in and my dad scared and angry determined to fight again with chemo and radiation. As of January he rang that remission bell once again. We were overjoyed, he could now retire and enjoy his life. He beat cancer again but this time the chemo took its toll and wore him down. While recovering from chemo he had a set back last week in which he had a seizure/mini stroke. We rallied again while he was in the hospital but something just wasn't right. He was is the hospital for a week being tested daily. Then another blow they had found a mass on his motor cortex on his brain. Now back to the 1% chance to win something? The Dr. told us in 40 years he has never seen prostate cancer spread to brain, and that there a less than 1% chance it would be cancerous. Well just his luck turns out it the tumor was malignant . The hay maker punch was thrown. Now for the hardest sentence I have ever wrote in my life, my superhero dad has an inoperable, cancerous tumor and now we are on bought time. We are broken and lost in this moment. For those of you that know us know we are a tight family and always handle things between us but circumstances have forced our hand and we are asking for prayers and help. If you can help in any way, we would appreciate it more that you know and if all you can do is just pray for him to be able to have more time with his family we will also appreciate it! Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for all your help!