I have to agree with Emily. With my family, and my boyfriend Rick, to motivate me, to urge me to do my treatments and stay heatlthy for their sake if not my own, is enough to get me out of bed every day. Mind you, I have my points when I just don't feel like it's worth it anymore (as I'm sure almost everyone on this site does), but when I hear Rick tell me that he needs me to help him get though his day, and my sister says that I'm her hero for being able to do what I do every day, it makes things a little better. I look at it this way; it's not how long you live, but the quality of life you have before you die. As shameful and pathetic as the world is, having people there that love you make it worth while.