I Do Not Want To Die Of

I Feel Like A Dog Who Has Been To The Vet Too Many Times.

Cancer Is A Disease That Is Mysterious, Headstrong And Makes Its Own Rules. And Mine, To This Date, Is Incurable.

Stress Is What Feeds Your Cancer. Stress Is What Gives You Cancer And Then There's The Paparazzi Giving You Stress.

As Much As I Would Have Liked To Have Kept My Cancer Private, I Now Realize That I Have A Certain Responsibility To Those Who Are Fighting Their Own Fights And May Be Able To Benefit From Learning About Mine.

In The Face Of Excruciating Pain And Uncertainty, I Never Lost Hope, And It Never Occurred To Me To Stop Fighting - Not Ever.