My dad was a surgeon. After the seizure in late 2000 that signaled his glioblastoma, he was well aware of the dire prognosis. It was very hard to watch him “swing for the fences”, trying every brain cancer treatment available at the time. While he survived for 18 months after his diagnosis, his quality of life deteriorated enormously leaving him in a wheelchair and unable to read or speak clearly. He never mentioned dying, but rather how to speed the pace of research so that he could beat his disease. There wasn’t enough time for him but his legacy of trying to find a medical solution continues today. He is my inspiration and finding a cure to save people from his fate is now my passion.