Some days, my mind wanders down the road to what is worse, the disease, or the cure. Then I remember the days of chemo, I think definitely the cure is worse, but then I walk a little further down the road and I am grateful for the life I have and the ability to walk down the road, even if I am quite a bit slower than I would have been without cancer. Because I had aggressive cancer, young, I toughed it out through all of the treatments. It was grueling at times but the hope of seeing retirement age spurred me on. What Spurs you forward each day?