This is not a story about being a survivor. That is not to say that I am not a survivor, or rather still surviving, nor does it diminish the fight that all of us have had to go through or are still going through it. Who the fuck ever dreams of getting cancer?!? My story is a window inside the thoughts, fears, emotions, feelings, ideas, and words that one experiences while going through such an intense and fatal illness. It is a direct, honest, and sarcastic account of how I felt during, before and after; including the multiple other health issues that I have faced over the years. It is about fighting the system and getting what you need, no matter what. Standing your ground and not being afraid of the consequences because ultimately the end goal is your health and mental sanity. The mind is a powerful thing and I’ve learned that the body is even stronger. You can set your mind to anything but once your body says fuck it and fuck you, well then fuck it. There isn’t much you can do at that point. Why might my story matter or be of interest to anyone but me or to those around me? It’s quite simple really. It’s a story about persistence and understanding that you can be invincible. There are times when you have to let go of control, there are times where you will feel extremely vulnerable and need to ask for help, but anything can happen to anyone of us at anytime. It is how we deal with it that makes us unique.