About

Yehoshua

Who I am

I'm Yehoshua. I value straight talk, doing things the right way, and not wasting words. This site is my record—clean, honest, and easy to read for the people who matter to me.

Before all this

I worked. I showed up. I kept my world simple. I’m not a brand or a campaign. I’m a man who cares about family, friends, tradition, and finishing what I start.

When things changed

Early March 2025, something was off. The weight came off. Focus slipped. Headaches and fatigue crept in. You can deny a lot, but your body doesn’t lie.

The first alarm — March 27, 2025

Stroke scare. It landed on my ex‑wife’s birthday—creepy coincidence I won’t forget. I walked out, but a line had been crossed.

The break — April 25, 2025

Two days after I got home from visiting my ill mother, I crashed the car. Trauma ward. Imaging that day found the brain tumor.

Surgery — May 1, 2025

I went in and came out different. The team did what they could. Some things sharpened; some things blurred. After that came chemo and radiation—no montage, just days you get through and days that get through you.

What it’s like, day to day

  • Energy comes and goes. I budget brainpower the way most people budget money.
  • Light, noise, and long screens trigger real headaches. Short, clear notes help.
  • Memory is mostly fine, but fatigue makes it slippery. I write things down.
  • Good days exist. I use them. Bad days pass. I endure them.

People who matter

I visited Sheri, My Daughter, whom I hadnt seen for 16 years, who I am so proud of. I saw my Mom, and Tammi and Ben before the crash. Freida, who has been invaluable, and more than supportive than I perhaps deserve. Ailene, My second Daughter, Bryll, Austin, and Aaron, my grandsons; All of who I love dearly

What I ask of you

  • Be honest. Don’t feed me lines. If you don’t know what to say, “I’m here” is enough.
  • Keep it practical: a ride, a check‑in, a short message. Simple wins.
  • Respect the pace. I answer when I can.

Why this site exists

Because time isn’t theoretical anymore. I want something sturdy and plain—facts, dates, and a voice that sounds like me. No drama, no sugar‑coating, no filler.