It is like a horseman of the apocalypse for me. Always coming at me and the closer it gets the more dark and looming it is.
Because I have a disease that has so much research there are tons of statistics about how long I should live. I know that I am one of the lucky ones, I have consistently been part of the small percentage that skew the statistics. I also know that as time goes on my statistics get scarier. Some day, maybe next week, maybe in twenty years, my medicines will stop working because my cancer will figure out a way to mutate and start growing.
I get angry at people who waste time.