When men and women go to war, they dig a foxhole for them to protect themselves and create a safe place from the enemy. There's most always more than just one in the foxhole, back to back, fighting off the bullets and shrapnel, keeping each other's spirit's up, laughing and crying, giving perspective and a listening ear as they withstand and wait out the enemy's barrage.
This is the Sampson Foxhole. Here, we huddle together in the midst of such trial and threat of our common enemy - cancer - a cancer that is attacking Jim's body. Here, we lock arms and wade through the storm, together. Will you join us? We need you in our foxhole.