My relationship with cancer will forever be evolving. I hope for a clean break. Yet, even when we say goodbye for good, it will take a long time to heal from the forever imprints our time together has made on my being -- a tattoo inked during a four-year (and counting) bender.
Cancer can take your strength, or your leg, or your breast, or your hope. It can also take your soul if you let it. Do whatever you have to do to keep that from happening. Get up... again, and again, and again.