When the doctor told me that the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes, I asked him (as you do) if I would die. He then replied, 'We all will.'. And no, I didn't hit him for his stupid answer.
I know that we all will die someday, but I'm not ready just yet. Not because I'm selfish and just want to live forever - on the contrary, the thought of immortality is about as tempting as getting my eyelid caught on a rusty nail. It's simply because my children are too young. At the end of the day, A will survive if this cancer claims me in the end (hopefully he'll have a pretty good mourning period though) but I am the children's mother and they need me still. I believe that no-one can surpass a mother's love for her children and I need to make sure that they're fully equipped to face the big bad world out there before I go. So until that happens, I will be clinging on to life with gritted teeth.