I'm not praying for God to save me from cancer. I'm not. God will enlighten me when the time comes. And if I've done the right thing, I will be enlightened. And if I believe, I'll be saved. And that's all he promises me.

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.

You know, there are no guarantees on prognosis.

You never know when something's going to hit you in a particular way and just knock you loose.

You recognize a survivor when you see one. You recognize a fighter when you see one.

I would have made different choices. You know, I might have married somebody else.

I've had experiences that, you know, really couldn't be replaced.