Dear Cancer

Dear Cancer:

This is to let you know that I hate you. No, hate is not the right word, it’s more like detest. Yes, I detest you and all you stand for and all you have done and all you will ever do. You have no conscience, you do not discriminate and you always press forward with malice aforethought. It’s all about you, isn’t it? It’s about how much you can destroy in record time. And once you have started, you just don’t stop until everything and everyone around you is destroyed, or at the very least, changed for life.

You started out in my life as a nasty thorn in my Mother-In-Law’s side. She thought she was over you, she thought all was forgotten and that you would never come back, but that of course is not your way. You waited for her to have a life, to have children and a career and then you snuck back in and took it all away. She did do a number on you, though, she fought you. She fought you with everything she had and every tool imaginable. She was even going to let others study what you had done to see if they could find a way to stop you. But you were too strong. You were too knowledgeable in the ways of destruction. You won.

Next time I met up with you it was my Uncle you decided to attack. He was strong, in his prime of life, 50 years old also with kids and a family. I know, you don’t care, it doesn’t affect you, I don’t know why I even bring it up. But you got him where it hurts. This time, you not only took a life but made your victim suffer first by nearly crippling him. He had to use a cane and was in much pain towards the end of his life. Just so you know, he may have gone too soon, but he went quietly with his wife by his side.

Then, as if that were not enough, you picked on two other uncles almost in the same way. They both had to have operations and one of them got their larynx removed. That was cute. He had to spend the rest of his life talking with a microphone on the outside of his throat. You thought that was pretty clever didn’t you? You thought you were pretty smooth. You got what you wanted and moved on to other areas so they could continue suffering until they died. You unrelenting pig!

Last, but not least, you decide to go after my best friend. How could you? You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? No, you had to show me your truly ugly side. Good job. Well done. You took her way too young and you know it. You were coy this time. You didn’t show up until it was way too late to do anything about it. You were probably enjoying the fact that she already had something removed and thought she was in the clear. But no, you came back with a vengeance. You came back on top and didn’t give her a chance in hell. You wrapped yourself around so tightly, no one could get to you. I had to watch, you know, and I saw it all. I saw the way you took her hope away. I saw how you alienated her children with fear. I saw how you took away her speech. Oh, you’re good!

But I have news for you. Her family and I weren’t about to let her suffer by herself. We weren’t about to let you take over and destroy her slowly without a fight. Yes, we helped her cope, we comforted her, and we got her through the tough nights of no sleep and the rough days of no eating. We were right there by her side and we refused to let her face you alone. So you won, but you lost! We made sure everyone knew what you were doing and we fought you with love and understanding.

So, in the end, I want you to know that I still detest you, even more if that’s possible. I loathe the air in which you breathe and the cells in which you breed. I will celebrate the day they destroy you and if you ever dare to show your ugly face in my presence again, just be forewarned: I’ll be ready. I know what you did and I know where you live!

Signed, 
Your Sworn Enemy.