Dibbs, my father went through the whole thing a couple of years ago. He decided he didn’t want cancer any more, so he dealt with it. It was hard, so, so hard, but we all fought with him. Seeing him looking next to death was spine chilling. He fought. We fought with him. We weren’t going to lose.
Seeing him alive, happy, healthy and still on this earth to be cuddling my daughter has made the whole thing worthwhile. He held her the other day, looked at her, then me and said, “Do you know what? I’m so glad I’m not dead.” We both nearly cried, but then we realised the rugby was on, so we got back to the important business. 🙂
Put simply – Fight it. Keep fighting it. Everyone around you will fight with you. Good luck!