I'm 27 and been fighting cancer for almost three years now. It started in my colon and I beat that, in 2006 it spread to my liver and I beat that, this year it has spread to my lungs and I'm fighting that I was supposed to have my last chemo yesterday but they've picked up more nodules in my lungs and a growth on my one ovary. So I start all over again. I've been engaged for 3 years and want to marry the most understanding patient man in the world. He is really one in a million but I'm not sure I want to make him a widower before he's had a proper chance to be a husband. I'm not afraid of dying it's what it's going to take to get there that I'm scared of.