"I realized that my doctors were just a tool of God. He worked through their hands to heal me. And I realized that I had as much a part to play in my survival, in my recovery that the doctors did.
So I needed to know that it was okay for me to advocate, for myself, to my doctors. So it was okay for me to disagree with the courses of treatments they recommended. That we could discuss my treatment as two intelligent people and not in a fashion that they were trying to tell me what I was going to do."