They are in wheel chairs and face-masks. They have clean shaven heads and feeble dispositions. They are old, and young, men and women — representing the colorful mosaic of our beautiful country. Their common enemy? The dreaded C.
They fight for themselves. They fight for those that love them. They fight for life, and for living without the sword of Damocles, hanging over their heads. These nameless warriors fight the ultimate fight.
They show courage and resolve. They face their greatest fears with steadfast determination. These are the true warriors! And I know they will win their wars.