12/12

I've read this poem to myself on the way to every treatment thus far. I freely admit it doesn't accurately reflect my situation, as I have and have had it pretty damn good. 

Still, I've drawn strength from it, and today, I feel like superman as I read it.

Fuck you, Cancer. 

For now, I win. You lose. 

Invictus  

Out of the night that covers me, 

      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 

I thank whatever gods may be 

     For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 

      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeonings of chance 

    

  My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

      Looms but the Horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 

      

Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 

      How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

   

   I am the captain of my soul. 

-William Ernest Henley