R is for Ryan

So I put off writing this post last night, because I was tired of staring at my computer. And I'm glad I did, because this is a completely different topic than the one I had planned.

Source.

Nothing light-hearted or fluffy here today, I'm afraid, because someone I know is hurting. This Ryan is someone I know through the AIM program. I don't know him very well-- I was one of the group leaders when he was a student, but he wasn't in my group. I don't even remember where he ended up going at the end of his training... but I imagine he doesn't remember me that well, either, so it all evens out.

Anyway, I'm bringing attention to Ryan today because he recently got the worst possible news. In his own words:

Three to six months. Medically speaking this is what the doctor’s giving me to live. The three month mark is what she gives me if my new treatment doesn’t work. Actually, let me clarify a bit: three to six months are not actually my life expectancy exactly, it’s more that within three to six months we can assume that my tumor will grow in extensive ways leading to major paralysis and eventual death. 

Click anywhere in the text to go to his blog and read more. And once again, my fabulous readers, I ask that you send Ryan and his family a few extra prayers and good vibes.