Why me? TRY ME.

SO I came up with an idea, with all my free time, and without having many hobbies and options available for me to do, I wrote, I bought a journal, and wrote my heart out. At first I would write random things, what I did that day. what I ate, where I went, and then I used it as a form of release, when I was upset with someone or a situation, I would turn to my journal and pen and project all my feelings onto the paper. You know the saying if the walls could talk? If my journal could talk, it would tell you I went on and on about how upset I was how the people around me were acting. How I was shocked not by my diagnoses itself, but how it affected those around me. I tried to put myself in their places, how I would feel if( GOD FORBID) a loved one or a close friend was in my shoes, how I would react, and with no second thought, no hesitation, I would do everything and anything in my power to comfort them, even if they shut me out. With all the medication, narcotics and being sedated most of the time, I had no idea what was going on or what I was saying. I felt I was in a dream world, that I was watching it happen to someone else, which was another part of my problem, I couldn't and didn't accept I got Cancer at 22, why me? Why now? Once I finally came to terms with it, I stopped asking why me? and replied instead with TRY ME. I feel there isn't anything in the world I can't defeat, that I can't face.