I know I will.
I will know when I will be in the hospital, when I can walk again, when the doctors say it’s time to put a stop to chemotherapy.
And that will be the last time I can do that.
I know my body and my mind and my emotions and everything.
I just want to be able to move on and live a normal life.
The last two weeks of my life were absolutely hell, I told my family.
But I know this, I know my wife and kids.
I know the rest of the world can’t see me any other way.
I just want them to know I’m OK.
I’m not going to lie, I was scared.
I’m scared I might not be able do this again, because I don’t know what will happen.
I am doing everything I can, but I know that I will never have a normal day again.
That’s why I want to take it one day at a time, I want everyone to know this: It’s OK.
You’re still here.
I never really believed that cancer was going to kill me.
I knew what was coming and I was ready for it.
And now I have this news that I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.