I'm fighting health problems, not as big as cancer, god (if there is one) bless me. But had my fight against death and all his friends in a couple of incarnations.
First, my daughter was born out of a severe sudden eclampsia, with 551 grams net weight (not to mention that, survival chances for my wife were well under the 30%. Both survived. My wife is fine by now, and my daughter's resilience left behind three surgical interventions and 128 days in an incubator (all of them but 3 I was there --for working reasons--, my wife was all of them, never less than 8 hours). She is 9 months now, still at home with aid from an oxygen condensator, but she'll do it fine, despite risks of any kind you can imagine related to her lungs. But, in fact, some day, she will be a perfect healthy person, except for some twitches. In my family we use to say that "death came with her scythe dull that day".
Last month I almost lost an eye in a perfectly planned surgical intervention for intraocular lenses. I was left with an awful photophobia, almost an invalidating one (sunny outdoors are my nemesis right now, no matter sunglasses), a dubious prognosis and another surgical intervention in aprox. 4 months or so.
So, Randall (or whoever reads the messages in his name, and in the end, you other people fighting illnesses in this thread), I'm not in the same serious situation, but I can account for having dear ones in danger, for extended periods of time, or being fighting myself uncertain situations of the kind.
If it serves for something, while living this period of my life, I found this comic. I wont say that made me forget anything (I couldn't afford the privilege, that is) but really robbed me a smile or a laught from time to time while living the whole process. someone will find a connection, a purpose, a causality; agnostic as I am, I do not.
I understand you all and wish you all the luck you can gahter. If some of you read this as "cliche" really doesn't have an idea of how honest I'm being... And believe me: I can be sarcastic when I want... (in truth... I used to, not too much right now).
Death will face me and my beloved ones, more than once, Oh, man! She will... eventually, we all gonnal loose the battle... I'll choose the ground and the conditions, anyway... that's not negotiable.