Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Dear Cancer

I hate you.

You make me sick to my stomach.

I see what you do to people; to families, to friends, to women, to men, to children, to good, hardworking people, and I want to kill you.

I hate that you took my own mother.

I hate that you will forever be part of me.

I want to be more than that. I want to be better than you, but somehow you bring me down to your level.

If you could just move on and leave me alone, I would be okay with that. But I would know that you still exist, and I would still hate you.

I hate that even though my own mother lost the fight, I know how hard it is to overcome your ruthless invasion.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Love,

All of us.