Houston "Insert cliche here"

I have hit a complete road block in my fight. I have chosen not to continue with treatment. This was not a hasty decision and my husband really tried to talk me out of it, but ultimately it is my choice.  I don't fight the bad days anymore. I rest. Good days still require some rest. I am tired. I am broken. I am trying to just make the best out of what ever I can. The stresses that my everyday life have brought on in conjunction with being ill has made it so very counterproductive. I cannot keep up with both and it seems the only thing I do have control over is my choice.  I am finding it easier to just sit back and let everything run its course.