I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen. 50 years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at 3 in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis... I sleep just fine. And I came to realize it's that fear that's the worst of it. That's the real enemy. So... get up. Get out in the real world. And you kick that bastard as hard as you can right in the teeth.
