My Story

I started going to funerals when I was 7 years old. By the time I was 11, I was afraid of death, and that fear has been a daily struggle for me ever since.

My father was 35 years older than my mother. He was a World War I veteran who served from 1918 to 1919, and he died in 1985. My mother died in 2025. Losing them is part of why this fear has never gone quiet.

I am a divorced father, and I have had sole custody of my son since 2017, when he was 4 years old.

My son has had type 1 diabetes since 2022. Since 2023 he has also had unresponsiveness seizures, which are not related to his diabetes. Caring for him is the center of my life.

I am 61 and have been on disability since 2018. My income is limited, and I cannot afford enough insurance to cover the cost of full-body cryogenic preservation.

I have been diagnosed with high-grade dysplasia in Barrett’s esophagus. High-grade dysplasia is a severe precancerous condition in which cells show serious abnormalities and carry a high risk of progressing to active cancer. I was told it was caused by acid reflux.

I am being treated by a specialist in Morgantown, West Virginia, who performs cryoablation. Using extreme cold, delivered through an endoscope, the treatment freezes and kills precancerous cells in the lining of the esophagus so the body can regenerate normal tissue. My third treatment is planned for December 2026.

That treatment is separate from cryonics. It is a medical procedure for my esophagus, not whole-body preservation.

My final wish is for my body to be cryogenically preserved. This is a personal hope. I do not know whether it will work, and I am not promising anyone an outcome.

What preservation offers me is a chance at a future, and a way to face a fear I have carried for fifty years. Any support helps me move toward that wish.