I'm Part Of A Community That Holds

The Worst Thing To Me Would Be That You Put On The Face You Think People Want To See, And Then They Don't Like It And You Think, Would They Have Liked The Real Me?

I'm Not Worried About Me Or What's Going To Happen To Me.

Everybody Has Their Burdens, Their Grief That They Carry With Them.

If I Had Lost A Leg, I Would Tell Them, Instead Of A Boy, No One Would Ever Ask Me If I Was 'over It'. They Would Ask Me How I Was Doing Learning To Walk Without My Leg. I Was Learning To Walk And To Breathe And To Live Without Wade. And What I Was Learning Is That It Was Never Going To Be The Life I Had Before.

In A Sense, Having Cancer Takes You By The Shoulders And Shakes You.