The dance with cancer is a dangerous one. It takes so many, the old or the young. I have turned toward the heavens to give me the strength, to continue my fight and to help in my plight. Some tell me, it may not be His will for me to live. What are they thinking? My ship is NOT sinking. Giving up the fight, is certain death. I plan on fighting and screaming and causing a shipwreck! But am not going down with this ship. I am not the captain and I have a permission slip! Humor is a weapon most important to me. It conceals my insanity and it strengthens me. Onward I go, I continue this dance. My feet are hurting, but I still have a chance!