Help Isabelle raise money

In 2021, I heard words no one ever wants to hear: “You have pancreatic cancer.” Those words carried an even deeper meaning for me. I had already lost my brother, Pierre, to this disease in 2005. I was angry and confused. I had done everything I could to protect my health. I rarely drank alcohol, never smoked, and stayed physically fit. Yet cancer found me anyway. But I made a decision: I would not let cancer define me. I didn’t want sympathy or to be written off, so I kept my diagnosis private, sharing it with only a few I trusted. I knew the statistics, but I also knew statistics don’t determine an individual’s future. Research gave me something my brother never had: more options. Today, chemotherapy and targeted therapy have helped keep my cancer stable. I’m not cured. But I’m here—living, making memories, and fighting. Every breakthrough means more time, more birthdays, more family, more tomorrows. With your help, let’s find a CURE!