I don’t feel like a hero. Not even close. When I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I was 53 years old, looking down the barrel at one of the deadliest cancers imaginable. When a medical “counseling session,” was mandated before I begin chemo, the entire two hours addressed the gruesome side effects associated with fluorouracil, or 5FU chemo. This was followed by the stats for pancreatic cancer.

“Only ten percent of patients survive,” was offered along with, “5FU is the harshest chem...