Dear Cancer

Dear Cancer

I have been meaning to write for some time. Forgive the delay, I have been terribly busy with this and that, I wont take up your precious time with my complaining, I know how incredibly busy you are.

Unfortunately, I have a couple of concerns I wish to air with you.

My first concern is the selfish and uncaring way you seem to go about destroying lives and families every day. Whilst you seem to have developed great aptitude for slaying innocent victims, it has to be said that there is enormous inconvenience, cost, hair loss, grief and heart break occurring, so if you wouldnt mind taking your business elsewhere, like to another planet, that would be great.

Also, while we are on the topic, you seem to be unaware of the tragedy that is suffered when you brazenly allow children to lose their parents and even more terrifying, parents to lose their children. The innocence of the victims randomly selected in this venture really is cruelly overlooked and you should definitely review your process. Like, leave children the hell out of this. Please.

I know you are more than aware that taking my Mum two years ago broke my heart and those of my family. For this, we will never forgive or forget. That was a bad day at the office for you, you thieving piece of shit.

And yet, in a humorless twist of sickness, you're back in our lives.
 
Now, I am no victim in this, and I cant speak for my Uncle, but I'm pretty sure he isnt lying down playing kitty either.... that's right, no damsel in distress here.
We in the human world call it "fighting".
You come in, un-ivited and just Take and Take and Take.
So we are forced to fight - fight for out bodies, our lives, our families and our children.

You messed with the wrong lady when you forced your way into my life and the lives of my children.
You're scaring them and you're scaring my family.
And, you see, that doesn't work for me.
Just because you've had some victories and so many have fallen, even the strongest people left behind cant help but be terrified when you show up.

But we are on to you Mother F*%#er.
Make no mistake.
We are getting closer and closer to squashing your sorry ass and one day, people will only remember the monstrous way you swept through the human race, causing us to lop off body parts and poison ourselves to the point of dying, just to survive you.

You'll be a distant memory and the grief people suffer every day from losing family and friends to Cancer will be a thing of the past. Your time is up. Your shitty services are no longer required.

In the mean time, put your big girl panties on and step into the ring.
I'll go you a round.
You Big Fat Hairy Ass-Hat.

Yours Most Sincerely,
Christine