You Wouldn't Know I Was Sick Unless

There Is Nothing About Resilience That I Can Say That My Father Did Not First Utter Silently In Eighteen Years Of Living Inside A Two-dimensional Cutout Of Himself.

Concentrate On The Things That Matter To You.

We're All Going To Die.

I Have Three Living Children For Whom This Is A Father Who I Want Them To Love And On Whom They're Going To Have To Rely If My Disease Takes A Bad Turn.

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?