I cannot bear the thought of Patrick Swayze suffering pancreatic cancer.  I just can't.  I nearly burst into tears over the paper I was writing when I found out and for the longest time I could hear him singing "She's Like the Wind" in my head.  I grew up watching him, admiring him, loving him like the rest of the girls near my age; it was one of the few things I seemed to share with them.  He's always given me a special feeling, and I don't want him to die.  I don't care how juvenile it sounds.  I only hope he knows how much he's affected people by dancing across their dreams.