Jerry Jones has always been larger than life. A billionaire oilman who bought the Cowboys in 1989, fired a legend, and never apologized. The man who could sell Texas sunshine in the middle of the night. But behind the bravado, he was playing the most personal, most dangerous game of his life.

Let’s rewind to June 2010. Houston. The cool, sterile hallway at MD Anderson Cancer Center was nothing like a football field, but Jerry Jones knew he was walking into a fight. Stage 4 melanoma. Four words that hit harder than any pass rusher. Two lung surgeries. Two lymph node surgeries. Each one was a scoreboard reminder that money and power cannot blitz cancer off the field.

And then came the gamble. Not in a boardroom, not on draft day. In a hospital room, signing the consent for an experim

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