From The Boy With A Brain Tumor

I wonder if chemo is what's sustaining my life: am I alive today because of it? If I chose not to receive chemo, would I have already "moved on"?

I've been on chemo for so long that I no longer know what it's like to feel normal. My world, my life comprises of four layers of long sleeve shirts to stay warm, pills round the clock, and facing a regimen of two, sometimes three types of energy-draining drugs a week.

It was nice when I went in for my MRI the other day. Usually I'm the youngest person there, surrounded by a bunch of geriatrics using BC Powder and milk of magnesia. But while waiting in the lobby, a guy who looked my age came out of the MRI. I hope he just had a bad shoulder or knee.