Michael C. Hall Quotes

I have people that have died from cancer and friends that are dealing with cancer.

This experience has also humbled me by giving me a true understanding of what millions of others face each day in their own fight against cancer.

My mother battled cancer for 12 years before losing her fight.

There were times when chemo would eat my body, but I told myself that I have the strength and courage to win and come out stronger.

My mother is a two-time cancer survivor.

I never thought of having cancer as something that was unfair. I just braced myself and tried to get through it.

My mother, she passed away when I was 28 years old. She fought cancer for more than 10 years. She had breast cancer, and I miss her.

It's clear to you immediately that you can have anything you want when you have cancer.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

I guess I wanted to show people, among other things, that you don't have to be a hero to get through cancer. You can be a craven coward and get through. You have to stay on your medication and take your treatments, that's all.

Cancer is a very sad thing, but you can always take something from every experience.

My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

You rarely hear women crying in Grozney. They have cried their eyes out long ago.

I've seen so many women in my family, so many mothers, that have lost children in the war in such absurd ways. I wonder how they do it. How do they keep living? How do they keep smiling?

I'm sorry to say cancer can kill you, but it doesn't make you a better person.

Why did I write 'The Emperor of All Maladies?' A 56-year-old woman with an abdominal sarcoma, having undergone two remissions and a relapse, asked me to describe what she was battling. By the time I had finished answering her, I realised that I had written 600 pages.

We salvage the bones of our lives every day, through small tragedies and big tragedies.

I never meant to write about the experience of losing a good friend to breast cancer when I was going through it. But after it was over, I realized that although something deeply sad had happened, something truly beautiful also had.

I don't mean to get dark again, but my grandfather has been battling terminal illness. And you know, he never complains. And he has a lot of reasons to complain, but he never complains. And he lost his son a long time ago, when I was a young boy - my uncle. And he never complained.

I was blessed enough to talk to my grandfather the night before he passed, and he told me that everything was going to be okay, and I know he wanted me continue and do my best, be happy, and that's what keeps me going.

Cancer is not for sissies.

When you die, that does not mean that you lose to cancer.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

Cancer is awful. It took 10 years until I didn't think about it every day. Nobody should go through this. Nobody.