William Workinger

Well Friends, the big "C" has hit us again. This time it is me. This may come as a shock to most of you and it has to me as well. On 3/11/19, I was drying off after the shower and heard a "pop." I began to experience back pain. Back pain isn't something that is new to me. I have had occasional pain this winter after golfing and battle with arthritis. As the week progressed, so did the pain. I spent my birthday (March 14) vomiting. I felt a bit better the next day and decided to keep my plans to see my daughter Tiff in Florida. I flew to Florida on 3/16 and spent the next week in Venice, FL with my daughter and grandchildren- Jack and Abby. It was great to see them; however, I wasn't feeling my best. My back pain continued to worsen and I was vomiting off and on. Unbeknownst to me, my family was worried and decided the best course of option was to send me to the Emergency Room when I returned on 3/23. I am a stubborn man, but did not fight this decision. I knew I needed some help.


The doctors ran tests and determined I have metastatic cancer. It is in my bones and lungs. The doctors gave me the option to pursue diagnosis and treatment or be admitted to hospice. Since the cancer has spread, it is unable to be cured. I have decided to fight while I feel strong. I am currently hospitalized at York Hospital while the doctors are running tests to determine the source. My family and I are going to be positive and take this one step at a time. We will use this site as a means of communicating and keeping everyone up to date.