First of all, my apologies for posting anonymously - repeatedly. I don't have another outlet except this. I've chosen to take this on alone.

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