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I’m not sure what to feel/say when people say to me that I inspire them or that what we’re doing with Blame Cancer is amazing.  It makes me feel stupid.

I’m doing the same thing anyone else would do in the same situation.

“Oh I don’t know, I’d probably cry and never leave my room”

Bullshit.

All I know is I’ve met some fighters in the past 5 months.  I’ve never considered myself a fighter…for anything as important as this.

But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that I am indeed a fighter.  I don’t take no for an answer, I won’t just shut up and sit down because a disease tells me to.

I’m a moron.

You gotta be a moron to wanna be a fighter.

Why?  Because it hurts.  Fighting is what it sounds like.  It means you’re going against something.  Against something you can’t normally beat…otherwise it wouldn’t be a fight.

And you know what?  I’m proud of being a moron, because if I went with statistics and suggestions and by history…I’d be well…sitting in my room crying.

You don’t have to be IN a situation to FIGHT a situation.

I’m not going to pull the “it could be you!” crap that you hear everywhere else.  I don’t want it to be you, that’s why we’re fighting.   So fight with us.

I have one more chemo treatment left.  I just heard today that I don’t have to have radiation.  One chemo treatment and one CTscan stands in the way of me going to Disney World with my family as a Survivor.

And cancer, you thought I was tough on you while I was in my darkest days during treatment?  You aint seen shit yet you weak motherfucker.  I’m coming for you.  We’re coming for you.

Let’s crush the shit out of cancer.

If you’re a moron for being a fighter, imagine what you’d be for not being one.