He got the job. He got the girl. He got the diagnosis. Son of a… Dan Duffy was twenty-nine when he heard the worst three words imaginable: “you have cancer.” Testicular. Stage three.
His life became equal parts fear and anger, with a dash of stupidity for flavor. From systematically alienating everyone around him to embracing psychological and physical acts of acute masochism and loathing, cancer became the least of his worries. It was at his lowest point where Dan found salvation in common sense, and redemption in his ultimate purpose to give people the truth, and ultimately hope, while facing this disease.
Dan has often said, “Cancer is going to hit you like a truck. Period. You can either brace for impact, or get run over.” Dan’s story will make you laugh, make you think, and affirm that no one is alone in this fight.