The looks on my kids’ faces when I got the eviction notice…

“It was interesting seeing the different reactions of my kids when I was handed the eviction notice. My 13-year-old daughter walked out of the room and didn’t say a word. My 8-year-old daughter asked, ‘What’s an eviction notice?’ My 2 1/2-year-old son stuttered trying to say, ‘M-mo-more Cheerios.’”

That’s Ruth Ann, single mother of three and a breast cancer patient. It’s a chilly Michigan Sunday in March. In the middle of breakfast, as she was getting her children ready for church, she heard an unexpected knock on her apartment door.

What were my first words after the surgeon said, “I’d give you about 30 days to live”?

It was September of 1984 when I was first diagnosed with lung cancer. After removing my left lung and going through radiation therapy, I thought I was out of the woods. But four months later, a lump about the size of half a grapefruit appeared on my neck. Surgery was scheduled. The surgeon opened and, after exploring the area, determined it was too dangerous to proceed. The next morning, he came into my little alcove in the intensive care unit and said, “Greg, the tiger is out of the cage.

For nearly thirty years, Cancer Recovery Foundation International has been an award-winning pioneer in integrated cancer care. Today, our recovery model is used globally.

We are on a quest to help even more people prevent and survive cancer. To do so, our methods of program service delivery, fundraising, and administration demand an in-depth re-think in order to better meet the ever-changing needs of cancer patients and their families.

We are literally “re-imagining” the organization.