When I say it, I mean that I'm not fucking letting it break me.

Last year cancer ate my mom's brain. Knowing that it was almost certainly fatal, she still fought it all the way: surgery, chemo, radiation, and a host of complications. She may have died, but cancer didn't win. Even though more tests were the last thing she needed, she participated in a study. After she died in hospice, her body went back to the university hospital so they could take extensive samples for an astrocytoma tissue bank. I'd say that's a fine fuck-you to cancer.

It would certainly nice if nations stood together, et cetera. But if they don't, fuck them. Why? Fuck cancer, that's why.