This book is not about me. It's about my younger brother who died of stage four pancreatic cancer when he was just forty-three years young. He had never smoked a day in his life. That bears repeating-he had NEVER smoked a day in his life. And I should've fought harder to help him overcome it. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him, and four years after his death, I am still eaten up with guilt for letting him die, and I still blame God for everything. If you have a loved one who has cancer, read this book. If you have already lost someone because of cancer (and God), read this book. But most importantly, if your younger brother is still alive and you see him at every family reunion, read this book.