Max was a lover of football, baseball, basketball, swim, pogo sticking, stock trading, and anything that would present a challenge.   He always had a bad joke in his back pocket.  He lived his life in a kind, gentle and gracious manner.   Quite possibly the worlds best little brother to his siblings and still holds the title for the best hug-giver.  At the age of 10, Max was diagnosed with High Grade Glioma (specifically H3 34R mutant, IDH wt, MGMT unmethalyated HGG) otherwise known as Diffuse Hemispheric Glioma or Glioblastoma.  He tried in earnest to beat this, but lost his battle some 783 days following his diagnosis. 

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Max never wanted to walk this journey, but without question did it with grace and always with the ability to make us laugh through the toughest of times.   His smile, hugs and even bad jokes will be forever missed.  We promised we would not stop the fight.   As such the Max Pound Foundation was created to honor that promise.

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