1 in 10,000 people get cancer. Surely that means 1 in every 10,000 of those get a second cancer. One such person battles with his own terminal illness in the turmoiled pits of his mind along with the day-to-day anguish born from the effects of his childhood affliction. It's only when his world grows bigger that a lonely battle becomes a useless one and opportunity arises to fight alongside someone - not alone. This certain someone helps his realise how beautiful his life is, and as his macabre appointment approaches he makes one final request. "Promise me nobody will cry at my funeral,"