“Never told my parents I had cancer. Both were barely sober and would have jumped off the wagon headfirst. Bright side, doc got it all. My best friend was with me through it. In turn, we ended up married, so it ended up a happy story.”

Warning: This post discusses animal abuse.

"That's really touching. Sometimes we think our family lives are normal until we experience another way. Anyhow, I'm sure they miss you, too."

—Anonymous, 62, Female, Ft. Lauderdale, FL

"It's like the physical illness justifies the fucked feelings. You have a reason to feel bad, to stay in bed, to need people around. It gives you also something else to worry about, something present and real."

"I have never heard it explained this way, but wow, that hit me. It’s so relieving to see that someone else has this experience."

"The image of this was...well, spectacular."

"This should come up in every interview. You're goal-oriented, you think outside of the box, and you perform under pressure."

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