Cancer

Last night I met a guy who has testicular cancer. He is twenty-three years old and has decided not to go through chemo. I spent the majority of the evening trying to convince him that it is worth a shot. I have mixed emotions about the night. Was that my place to try to convince a stranger to put his body through hell, lose hair, lose weight, vomit for months maybe years, be sick, and then maybe lose it all anyway? I think I did the right thing.

Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. - Stephen King