After spending his entire childhood fighting Grey Zone lymphoma—a rare cancer that shares features of both Hodgkin and Non-Hodgkin lymphoma—Ian Richard Olson finally received the news he had been waiting years to hear.

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 After spending his entire childhood fighting Grey Zone lymphoma—a rare cancer that shares features of both Hodgkin and Non-Hodgkin lymphoma—Ian Richard Olson finally received the news he had been waiting years to hear.



After enduring chemotherapy, radiation, and a stem cell transplant, the 18-year-old was declared cancer-free.


Just one week later, Olson was staying at a Motel 6 in Northeast Portland when he was robbed and sh0t in the back of the head.


He later d**d from his injuries.


Authorities identified the g*nman as 15-year-old Jeremiah Terrell Hannon, who was connected to a string of violent crimes across the Portland area, including robberies, a**aults, and vehicle thefts.


Hannon also brutally beat a passenger on a MAX light-rail train after being asked to turn down loud music.


Hannon was apprehended shortly after and pleaded guilty to second-degree m*rder.


Because he was 15 at the time of the crime, Oregon law required that he be prosecuted through the juvenile justice system.


He was sentenced to custody under the Oregon Youth Authority until no later than his 25th birthday.


Olson’s story gained national attention because of the heartbreaking timing—he was k*lled just days after learning he had beaten cancer.


The case continues to be referenced in discussions surrounding juvenile justice and sentencing laws.

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