Iv had the "6 month to live" thing very seriously in my personal life. I had a three percent chance to surive after surgery and treatments. I took that damn three percent and ran with it. All the time before the risky surgery, I spent alot of my time with my family. We went places, mostly to the zoo, because at the time I was 13 and loved animals. I lived much simpler. I experimented with cullinary skills. I simply took life as it was and realized just how wonderful it was. I still got in fights with my parents, I didnt focus on school so much, and threw myself headfirst into religion. Now, I am proud to say that I am in my last year of highschool, still going through a different form of treatments, but living life as normally as I can in my situation. I am still involved with my church, and have a part time job at the local burger place. I have big dreams of going to college next year, and have just recently started a relationship with a very wonderful man. :laughing: that damn three percent didnt define my life. I define my life.