For most of my career, sleep was the budget line I cut first. Late nights felt like dedication. After my diagnosis, I flipped that completely: sleep became the thing I protected before anything else.

When so much felt out of my hands, my kitchen became the first place I had real, daily control. I couldn’t dictate scan results, but I could decide what went on my plate three times a day. Food became something I could act on.

I spent decades building and selling technology companies. I never imagined that the habits I picked up in conference rooms and product reviews would be the same ones that helped me

I’m an engineer. When someone first suggested I meditate, I was polite and deeply skeptical. I had no expectation that sitting still and breathing would do anything measurable at all.

In the months after my Stage 4 brain cancer diagnosis, I kept circling one question: what actually helps the whole person heal