Jack, in his bout with cancer, is fighting to keep up with reality - not to escape it or create a new one.

Jack fought a sinking feeling without quite knowing its cause.

Jack later went off on his own, and fought Hemlock.

Jack fought the impulse to shoot a deadly glare toward the stage.

Jack fought to stay conscious, but he was barely hanging on.

Jack and I fought our way to the bar, and then found two seats at one of the tables set up around the large hall.

Jack fought to find her and get her back.

Jack fought his way toward those hands, still dodging the cattle as best he could.

Between her tugging and his struggles, Jack fought his way free.

Jack fought it off by slowing his breathing and exerting control.