Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.

I'm a private person, I'm shy about people knowing things. And I'm really shy about my medical (care). It would be good if I could just go and heal and then when I decided to go out, it would be okay. It seems that there are areas that should be off-limits.

Everything has positive and negative consequences.

God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met.

I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: "It is seriously time for a miracle."

I was thinking I would miss the rain. I wonder if you can experience the rain in Heaven, if God will let you dip your wings down... But my biggest expectation now is just to live. I will not go gently into that goodnight.

I feel like a blonde nothingness, alone in my own body ...... Today it's not drugs that fill my body, its despair.