What is it to stare your own mortality in the face? To look down the long corridor of life and be able to make out the thick black door at the end. I sit here alone tonight, contemplating mm own demise. I look the picture of health don't i? Pretty pink cheeks and glistening eyes. You don't see it do you? The festering black hate that is burning within me. The silent killer. Cancer. Betrayed by my own body. I was 24 when i was first diagnosed. It was a long, hard three year battle out, but i made it out alive. Now...four and a half years later it has reared its ugly head again. Its worse this time. Its slimy tentacles spreading deeper and faster. I stand on my battlefield...my duel with death. I walk ten paces ahead, turn, draw, and shoot.......slow motion.....who will fall first.....
