I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.
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.
Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.
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.
