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'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.

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

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.

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?'

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