I'll do anything to stop my son running out into the street. I'll take a bullet for him. He's hit me a few times. He shows no remorse afterward.

I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.

There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.

Before my mother died, she made me promise to do everything that could be done to make sure my father was not left alone after she was gone.

It's much easier to go through something and deal with it without being under a microscope... It was stressful. I was terrified getting the chemo. It's not pleasant. And the radiation is not pleasant.

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

It is seriously time for a miracle.