We spent decades teaching people that cancer is mostly bad luck, bad genes, or bad habits.
Then you find out 2.3 million cases in a single year were attributable to infections.
I lost all fear of dying after my Dad died. At first I thought it was a strange depression or sadness. A bitterness at the world.
Over time I thought it was just the accepting of the inevitable. Why fear what you can’t stop?
Then, after a few years, I thought I was brave because he was inspiring to me. I’m not afraid of anything anymore. Since the day he died I haven’t felt fear.
But now I know it’s just because I want to see him again.
My father's teachings and sacrifices shaped my philosophy on life. I honored him in everything I did.
To my father: Rest In Peace.
I have your name and your heart.
We fight till the end.
Tates do not give up.