Bright and early tomorrow morning, I'll be having what I hope and expect to be the last surgery I'll have to endure in my smack down of "the cancer." But I would gladly have dozens of surgeries. I'd gladly endure hundreds of rounds of chemo. I will never stop fighting for my life, and that's why cancer should probably give up now. Seriously, cancer -- pack it up, buddy.
I fight for so many reasons. I fight because there is so much I have to live for.
I fight to have more time with my loving, steadfastly supportive family. The people who have loved and nurtured me since the day I was born.
I fight to have more time with my friends. The people I've met throughout my life who have become family and enhanced my life with laughter and love.
I fight to have more time with my colleagues. The people I work side by side with who make the practice of law a true joy.
I fight to enjoy more sunny L.A. days, crisp New York afternoons, and chilly London evenings.
I fight to devour great movies, addictive television, and soul-moving music.
I fight to experience that exhausted but refreshed feeling after a hard workout. For the swish of the ball when it goes through the hoop.
I fight to watch more Duke Basketball games and grand slams, to eat more vegan hot wings and cupcakes, to get more licks on the face from Winston and to spend more time cuddling on the couch with Will.
I fight so I can raise my future children.
I fight so I can inspire my fellow cancer warriors.
And I fight because I love my life so, so much.
Tomorrow, I have the opportunity to reclaim my life over cancer. And I'm going to take it.