Cancer is a disease that is mysterious, headstrong and makes its own rules. And mine, to this date, is incurable.

It is seriously time for a miracle.

Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.

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.

But I must never forget how blessed I have been. God has given me gifts and happiness, beyond any of my simple desires. My deepest desire now is to simply live... So with hope and determination, I'd hold on and go on.

The reason the all-American boy prefers beauty over brains is that the all-American boy can see better than he can think.

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