I'm 47, you know? I'm 47 and having a baby,
which is kind of a miracle, and it kind of sucks, if you see what I mean.
We'd given up on the kid thing about a year ago.
You know, fertility treatments, acupuncture needles in my eyes.
Well, not really, but it felt like it.
It was like, "screw this. I want my life back."
Then one awesome night on the beach with a bottle of merlot --
I should have these labs back in a couple hours.
You get it, right?
My hesitation?
This isn't an easy decision, I mean.
I'm having a baby.
You have advanced-stage carcinoma.
You're 47 years old.
Statistically you have a good probability of survival.
If you forego treatment, chances are you won't see your baby go to kindergarten,
so whose life are you interested in saving?
Excuse me.