So if there is a purpose to the suffering that is cancer, I think it must be this: it's meant to improve us.

During our lives...we experience so many setbacks, and fight such a hand-to-hand battle with failure, head down in the rain, just trying to stay upright and to have a little hope.

If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or fight like hell.

If there was a god, I'd still have both nuts.

How many times do I have to say it? … Well, it can't be any clearer than 'I've never taken drugs.'

What is stronger, fear or hope?

People refer to 'the good ol' days', but I don't know what they're talking about. As someone who's battled cancer, if I lived more than 20 years ago, I'd be a dead man.