This is my cancer.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My cancer is my enemy.
It is my death.
I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my cancer is useless.
Without my treatment, I am useless.
I must fight my cancer true.
I must fight harder than my enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must kill it before he kills me.
I will ...
My cancer and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit ...
My cancer is human, even as I, because it is my death.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its primary, its secondaries, its tumours and its legions.
I will keep my treatment clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
We will....
Before God, I swear this creed.
My treatment and I are the defenders of my life.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviours of my life.
So be it, until victory be mine and there is no enemy, but life!
