When does a person gracefully accept the inevitable? When does a person stand and fight?
I hate being sick every goddamn day.
I know I should fight, I want to kick it in the ass but I don't know that I can. Not if this is what it takes.
This sounds like a self-pity party of one. I know it. I just want to say "fuck you cancer". I will hate you until I give in, and then some. —MC&F