I have a rare form of leukaemia.  I found out just before Christmas when I received a letter from the hospital to my doctor. I, for some reason was copied into the letter. My daughter takes strength in the fact that I said I would fight it. But deep down, all I want to do is cry. My friends are very supportive and all say that I'm a fighter having already had Polio which left me Crippled since 1961 when I was a few weeks old. I genuinely think that I've had more than my fair share of suffering and always ask 'Why ME?' Some might say "Why not you" but I just feel like crying.  Sorry for the rant.