In the fall of 1999, my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. His battle, which ended July 2012, was one of the most courageous and inspiring acts I have witnessed. (Of course, I am somewhat biased in that regard.)
He lived the way wanted to live and he died the way he wanted to die. And we can all aspire to that.
And while I draw tremendous inspiration from the grace and tenacity that he demonstrated throughout his battle, I hope to avoid a similar struggle.