Early on I took the advice of the professionals who said you should personify your cancer so you can visualise it getting its arse kicked during chemotherapy.
And as many of you know I firstly chose the evil parasite from the movie 'Cloverfield'.
However, since yesterday's diagnosis, I've decided to make this fight a little more human.
So I'm gonna be the mighty Rocky in this scrap.
The question is whether to fight Apollo Creed, Clubber Lang or Ivan Drago?
Apollo Creed was too much of a poseur. Too show-offy to be cancer.
Clubber Lang was way too lippy. And we all know cancer's largely a silent type of killer.
So I guess I'm picking Ivan Drago. He's absolutely like cancer - aggressive, unremorseful, genetically altered and terrifyingly foreign.
Either way we know Rocky's gonna win through dogged determination and grit. (Plus some inspirational action-based music montages.)
This'll help fire me up throughout the chemotherapy.
And I ain't gonna stop till Drago's on the canvas crying his little eyes out.
"Nyet. Nyet."
"Da, motherfucker, you're nailed!!"
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