While living in LA I started doing something upon a friends recommendation. I noticed I was slowly wearing down living in the city of Angels in the respectively cold Southern California Winter. Everyday walking to and from the hospital two sometimes three times a day only to arrive back at an empty small and dark apartment which was not the most hospitable environment and full of other cancer fighters- one of which died while I was living there. They were all exceptionally older than myself and when we encountered one another we would merely silently nod, smile and acknowledged that we were in the same war waging inside ourselves. Not a single word was ever spoken to any of my neighbors, but we all had the bond of battling for our lives. Living in this environment was not a great way to stay mentally healthy, but it also made me face the reality and severity of what I was up against. One day I went and had lunch with a friend Greyson and ironicall...