He spoke as a survivor stripped of ceremony, a man who had felt the door closing and wasn’t sure it would open again. Gratitude poured from him for the doctors and nurses at UC Irvine, not as a polite gesture but as a confession: their vigilance, not his status, kept his story from ending. A simple urological infection, the kind many dismiss or delay, had turned into a quiet assassin in his veins, proving how thin the line between “fine” and “almost gone” can be.

From home, he cast his recovery as an obligation, not a victory lap. He urged people to treat early symptoms as alarms, not inconveniences, to seek care before pride, busyness, or denial turn dangerous. His promise to “be around for a lot longer” landed less as optimism and more as a warning: survival should be a lesson, not a lottery win.