To Cancer,

You steal childhoods.  You vanquish happiness.  You mess up lives.  You cause more pain and tears than anyone or anything else I know.  Starting this letter “Dear Cancer” would be laughable.  There is nothing dear about you.  Not. A. Single. Damn. Thing.  You know that poem by the unknown author, the one that goes, “Cancer is so limited…  it cannot cripple love, it cannot shatter hope, it cannot corrode faith, it cannot eat away peace, it cannot destroy confidence, it cannot kill friendship, it cannot shut out memories, it cannot silence courage, it cannot reduce eternal life, it cannot quench the Spirit.”  That sums it up pretty well – you may scare people, you may take their lives, but in the end, that is all you can do.  These bodies we get – they’re only our temporary homes – it’s the soul that is eternal, and you can’t touch that.  So eff you.

It’s been a long time since you’ve physically been a part of me, but you will always be a part of my story.  However, I will not let you win.  I am declaring war.  You will be stopped one way or another.  You will stop appearing in babies and children.  You will stop taking innocent lives.  You won’t be allowed to touch anyone – mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, NO ONE.  I dream of this day, and one day, soon, it will be more than a dream.  It will be reality.

The word “hate” doesn’t seem strong enough when it is applied to you.  You are nasty.  You are obnoxious.  You are ugly.  You are relentless.  A few days ago, I read a comment on Facebook that said the more we try to raise awareness of you, the worse you get.  It may be true, but mark my words, your days are numbered.  You are on the defense now, but we won’t stop until you are completely eradicated.

There is a good side of you – do you want me to tell you what it is?  You bring people together, family, friends, and strangers alike.  You bring a sense of purpose unlike any other I have ever known before.  Because of you, people are living different lives than before you touched them.  So thank you for that.  There are other things, however, that can teach us the same lessons.  You are not untouchable.  We will figure you out, and then you will no longer exist.  I am glad you are afraid.  You should be.  An entire army is forming against you.  We are stronger than ever before, and we will keep getting stronger until you get weaker and weaker.  Until you disappear.

And disappear you will.  One day, you will be extinct.  One day you will be a story to tell around the campfire.  One day, you won’t be here, and everyone we have ever loved will.

With my utmost disgust,



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