Help me! There's a monster after me. Wait! It's a thief trying to steal my life. No, no, that's not right! It's a murderer trying to kill me. Not sure about that! Maybe it's Satan trying to test my faith. Hold on! It could be just the enemy trying to see me to my death. I can't get out, I can't escape, I can't breathe. I'm going to have to fight. What do I need for a weapon? First I need to figure out what is after me. Do I need a sword, a gun, or a crucifix? I hear people calling me - telling me to stay strong. Oh no, I see people crying - am I losing a battle - am I dying. I see blood, needles, tubing, bags of fluid. I'm scared!!! My head begins to spin then finally it comes to a stop. I focus my eyes and check out my surroundings. It's beginning to make sense. I am able to understand. I'm at Dana-Farber and my oncologist just told me the cancer in my liver is growing. The tumors are larger. Chemotherapy is my only hope. A tear falls from my cheek and I tell him I've built myself up, I'm strong...I'm going into battle to fight for my life.
So it wasn't a monster, thief, murderer, Satan, or an enemy. It is cancer that is after me! STINKING, ROTTEN, UGLY CANCER!!!!!
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