Really sad news about our good friend Ian Cauble. Anything you can do to help is much appreciated. Ian was so good to us on the @BarstoolYak and one of those guests that instantly clicked with the show/cast
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Family and friends,
I wanted to share an honest update on my health. I am currently in Palliative Care, no longer Hospice, focusing on symptom management and quality of life.
We know for certain that I have Idiopathic Non-Length Dependent Small Fiber Neuropathy. Beyond that, tests for other conditions have come back inconclusive, leaving us at a medical dead end. But whatever is attacking my body is stronger and far more damaging than SFN alone.
Most days are torturous. I am bedridden, cannot use my hands, need assistance to walk, and struggle with my memory.
I still have good day. Where I want to step outside and breathe fresh air. But even on those days, the simple act of getting dressed causes agonizing pain that locks up my body before I can make it out the door. So, I sit staring out my window instead.
I know my days are numbered. I’ve wrestled with God, cried, and asked why. I’ve felt the humiliation and exhaustion of praying for an end, just to escape the relentless pain. But a mentor and dear friend, Dr. John Chandler, once told me something that keeps my pity-parties short: “You’ve showed us how to live like Jesus. Now show us how to die like Jesus.”
Suffering through this brutal pain has been my lot, but even in the embarrassment and the agony, it’s the path I must walk. So instead of letting it beat me down and keep me in a room. I choose to fix my eyes on Jesus and remember His suffering and how he embraced death.
Please forgive me if I haven’t called, texted, or reached out. Communication is very difficult, but please know your love and prayers mean everything to me.
Love you all!