I was so mad at cancer because it not only stole from me but it also stole from everyone around me who loved me dearly. My husband, my kids, my parents, my brothers, my friends. They were all fighting this with me. And I was so furious. Because they didn’t deserve this. Their worlds’ were turned upside down as well. And they didn’t have a choice. But with this anger again came such gratitude. Gratitude for every message, every call, every meal that was dropped off, every prayer, word of encouragement and every hug. I was so loved and realised I am not just fighting this battle for me. I was fighting it for everyone around me.