If my life was like an amusement park roller coaster I would be raising my hands far above my head at that big, scary coaster downdrop knowing I would never, ever, buy a copy of that image of me with my hair in suspended animation and my mouth open far enough to catch a somewhat large bird in flight due to positive aerodynamic pressure.
No.
This riding the two cancer diagnoses roller coaster is quickly becoming no longer interesting to me, regardless of how many well-intentioned friends are assigned to enthuse and encourage me to make battle with an ugly outcome for which I have no control over at all.
My so-called battle insulates those well-intentioned friends from their own fears of mortality and my being a performer to assuage their own personal shortcomings is no longer interesting to me.
I am busy looking for the next best thing.