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Help Me Keep Fighting: My Journey with Cancer

At the start of 2024, I was just living my life. I spent New Year’s with my daughter in El Paso, Texas, and headed back home to Phoenix, thinking everything was normal. But soon after, I noticed something strange—my right nostril felt blocked, yet I wasn’t sick. At first, I brushed it off, but as weeks passed, the congestion wouldn’t go away.

When I finally saw my doctor, she thought it was just a sinus infection and prescribed nasal spray. But instead of getting better, things got much worse. My doctor sent me to an ENT specialist, and during the exam, he barely looked an inch inside my nose before saying, “Oh my God, you have a mass growing.”

At that moment, my world stopped.

I asked if it was cancer. He told me they needed a biopsy to know for sure, but it could be. Since my case was complicated, he referred me to Barrow Neurological Institute. After multiple scans and tests, my fears became real—the biopsy confirmed it was cancer.

The doctors at Barrow told me the tumor was spreading into my palate and possibly my right eye. Their plan? Immediate chemotherapy. But I wasn’t ready. I had heard the horror stories, and I needed a second opinion. They told me getting into Mayo Clinic could take three months, but by some miracle, Mayo called me the very next day.

When I met with Dr. Miglani at Mayo, he looked at my scans and asked, “Why are they doing chemo first? This can be surgically removed.” That moment changed everything. While Barrow told me I’d lose my eye and palate, he assured me that wasn’t the case. So I had a choice—do chemo at Barrow or have surgery at Mayo.

I chose Mayo.

Everything seemed to fall into place. Mayo was fully booked for MRIs, but as I stood at the scheduling desk, someone just canceled an appointment. I was fasting that morning—purely by coincidence—so I took the spot immediately. That night, Dr. Miglani called me from home. “Mr. Morgan, I’m 99.9% sure I can remove the tumor.”

Surgery was scheduled for the following Wednesday. By that point, the tumor had completely blocked my breathing, and I couldn’t sleep without waking up every few hours gasping for air. I just wanted it gone.

The surgery was a success. They removed the tumor with clear margins. But my battle wasn’t over.

To make sure no microscopic cancer cells remained, I underwent six weeks of grueling chemotherapy and radiation. Every day was a fight, but my family, especially my sons, Noah and Troy, my Daughter Janaya, my wife Krystal, my Dad, and Amber, kept me going. They never let me feel alone in this fight.

On June 26th, I rang the bell, celebrating the end of treatment.

I thought I had won.

But in August, the pain returned. A CT scan revealed three new tumors. My heart sank.

Then they mentioned hospice.

I was only 38. Hospice was not an option. I told them I wasn’t giving up. Surgery was my only hope, even if it meant losing my right eye, cheekbone, part of my palate, and my upper teeth. I didn’t care—I just needed more time to fight.

The surgery was set for the day before Thanksgiving. But when I woke up, my surgeon had an unbelievable look on his face. “I don’t know how or why, but I was able to remove all the cancer.”

A month prior, an evangelist had told me I wouldn’t die young, and that doctors wouldn’t be able to explain how I survived. That moment felt like an answered prayer.

By January 2025, I was cancer-free again. But this battle is relentless. The cancer came back and they were wanting to do the same treatment as the first time, which didn’t work. I got a second opinion from MD Anderson on February 4th and the MRI revealed two more tumors—one pressing into my brain, the other in my right cheek.

The fight isn’t over. But thanks to the grace of God and the unwavering support of Amber, my Dad, my Sons, Noah and Troy, my Daughter Janaya, and my wife, I still have options. A clinical trial is set to begin on March 4th. This is my next chance.

The trial is in Houston and I'll have to relocate there for a while, but I refuse to give up. I will keep fighting until God stops waking me up each morning.

If my story has touched you, if you believe in miracles, and if you want to help me continue this battle, please consider donating. Every bit of support means the world to me as I push forward.

Thank you for reading, for praying, and for standing with me in this fight. ❤️