You don’t choose cancer, it chooses you.

^ That’s why I’m choosing to fight… it’s for those who can no longer fight, for those currently fighting and for those yet to be chosen.

I’m also fighting for me and I’m fighting for you. I’m fighting for the friends and families who have lost loved ones to this terrible disease.

Most importantly, I’m fighting for my family. ❤

My grandfather, Ken Taylor, was the strongest man (both physically and mentally) that I will ever know. If he can fight cancer, twice, all while showing up to work every single day up until the day before he passed away, then I can most certainly do this. 

And if my grandmother, Diane Taylor, could listen to a doctor tell her husband that he had run out of options (one more round of chemo would kill him, but NOT receiving one more round of chemo would kill him) and somehow still hold her head up high and be the strength that our family needed, then I can most certainly do this.  

And if my father, Clint Taylor, could bear the pain of losing his father far too soon, then I can most certainly do this.