Through My Illness I Learned Rejection. I

The Question Was, Which Would The Chemo Kill First: The Cancer Or Me?

We All Want To Be Forgiven. There's A Lot Of Really, Really Bad People Who Want To Be Forgiven But Will Never Be Forgiven, And I Might Be In That Camp.

I Take Nothing For Granted. I Now Have Only Good Days, Or Great Days.

A Bike Ride. Yes, That's It! A Simple Bike Ride. It's What I Love To Do And Most Days I Can't Believe They Pay Me To Do It. A Day Is Not The Same Without It.

Pain Is Temporary. It May Last A Minute, Or An Hour, Or A Day, Or A Year, But Eventually It Will Subside And Something Else Will Take Its Place. If I Quit, However, It Lasts Forever.