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

I thought Marilyn Monroe was the most beautiful woman in the world and Elizabeth Taylor breathtaking. But when I see myself on the screen I say: 'Oh shoot! What are they talking about?'

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

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.

As much as I would have liked to have kept my cancer private, I now realize that I have a certain responsibility to those who are fighting their own fights and may be able to benefit from learning about mine.

Throughout the journey of my life, I have maintained a strong faith in the power of the human spirit to overcome adversity. I deeply believe in one's own positive will to overcome even the most daunting challenges.

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