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Dear Cancer I hate you!!!15 years ago you took the love of my life. I watched you drag him down until he finally met God and gained enough strength from God to die with dignity. But now you are back--only this time it's me you are after. Two times in less than 3 months. Really the uterine leiomyosarcoma wasn't enough now you are after my pancreas. It is hard to fight you with only God in my corner. But I hang on to Mandisa's Overcomer song--Two rare cancers and I will still over come you with God's help and strength!
Dear Cancer, On August 6th of last year, my birthday I was fighting you. This year on my birthday I already kicked your ass! God is so ah-mazing and He loves me and was with me when I beat you down. Now, I get to rebuild my life with the family that I cherish and love for a very long time...
Dear cancer, Today makes 16 months in remission. I will finally get my expanders change over it has been 2yrs they been in. My blood pressure goes up everytime I go into a hospital setting of any kind due to the mental abuse I recieved from my oncologist. I would of never met those oncologist if it wasn't for cancer, so screw you cancer and the horse you came in on..Thursday I get my new boobs thank you God for all you have done and will do...#AllCancerPatientLivesMatter
Dear cancer, you thought you're getting the best of me the second time around? The first time you attacked my body, all you did was delay my goals of becoming a nurse with chemo, but I ended up learning way more than I would have from nursing school alone. Now that I finally graduated, you want another battle with me. I'll be coming for you with radiation and a stem cell transplant. All you'll do again is delay my life, but I would be learning more from it. My compassion and care for my future patients will be coming from personal experience, and I'll make sure they learn a lot about you too. It seems like you are the only one who's not learning anything new.
Dear Cancer, its been two years since my last treatment and I won.You lost. But you left me with a lot of battle wounds that are heavy and permanent. My sinuses dont drain the same, my hair no longer curls, and my shunt is itchy. You make moving on difficult, but I will move on.
Why did you have to come so early? Why couldn't you wait til I Was a little older, more mature and wait til I was mentally able to deal with you? I was 19 years old when I was stage 4. I lost both breasts before I was 21..Why? I hate you, I hope we find a cure and no one will ever have to even say your name ever again.
Dear Cancer, I hate you! You came in and destroyed the person I was. You left me vulnerable, weak, infertile, caused marital problems that have taken forever to move past, and you have turned me into an outsider. I've had to completely rebuild myself and figure out who I am all over again. You've caused me to be menopausal and childless starting at 26 and I hate you for that! Please go away and never come back!
Dear Cancer, I hate you ! why have you come back? 3 times is 3 times too many. For God's sake wasn't the breast cancer and mastectomy enough now you come creeping back into each lung. Well you have another fight on your hands, not content with a new lung cancer in the right lung, after breast cancer you now sneakily spread into the left lung. Be warned, this ends now! Don't you dare spread any where else! I have a life to live, grandchildren to watch grow up and I'm not ready to go yet, THE FIGHT CONTINUES !!!!!!!!
Dear Cancer On July 15, 1991 doctors from my Bone Marrow Transplant unit entered my room with about 4 implements that looked like 4 really big turkey basters. The stuff inside the basters was an off red color and was really weird looking. Anyway, after a short explanation of what they were going to do, they pushed the first one in very fast...then the next one, and next one and final one. WOW...what a rush! What that "Stuff" was, was my treated bone marrow that they were giving back me. Keep in mind this was after getting MEGA DOSES of chemotherapy that was designed to destroy my bone marrow and kill me. Those 4 "Turkey Basters" were in essence my life back. The next 6 weeks of my life were the most painful, sadistic, overwhelming, sad, depressing, etc...etc...Everyone that came in to see me how to wear a gown... Here is what I wrote about that 6 week span. This is from a book I wrote back in 1998 about my experiences with cancer. FROM CHAPTER 9 - TRANSPLANT ...Meanwhile, during this time, I started to experience severe pain in my lower back. My doctors were afraid that it was the cancer returning, but when they x-rayed me it actually showed that I had a collapsed lung. Not the greatest of news, but better than what they thought. The collapsed lung was due to me catching pneumonia, which I got because of having such low blood counts for 3 weeks. So let’s recap the last month. I had sores so bad in my mouth and down my throat that I could not swallow. I had severe bleeding in my bladder, and a catheter in me. I had no blood counts to speak of, and now had a collapsed lung with pneumonia. It was now the beginning of August, and although the sores in my mouth were healing, not much else was. My bladder acted up again which required another surgery and catheter. Everyday I would receive a platelet transfusion, because I was losing a tremendous amount of blood. Some days I would even have two platelet transfusions. After about a week of having the catheter in, the bleeding became massive. The blood was now clogging up the catheter and I had to be rushed in to emergency surgery to stop the problem. I was never more scared in my life at this point. My bladder was spasming so much that they had to hold me down because I was kicking and screaming form the pain. The blood in my bladder had now completely clogged my catheter and it was no longer draining. Imagine having the worst urge to pee and not being able to, knowing that it was because of blood backing up in to your kidneys. I went to the O.R. four times in a week and a half and was losing blood faster than I was making it. It was getting very bad and the future was not looking good. I was very sick and weak, but I still had the faith that God was going to pull me through. It was very tough, and at times I wondered if God was listening, but I still had faith. It got so bad some nights that I would ask God that if things didn’t get better soon to please take me home and take away my pain. During the last week of August, I started to spike these really high fevers. I was consistently around 103-104 degrees for about two days. The doctors had figured that one of the lumens in my broviac had been infected, and wanted to test it by running fluid thorough it. My mother was absolutely convinced that the lumen was infected, and demanded that the broviac be removed immediately, and that if the doctors ran anything through my lumen she would sue the hospital. Emergency surgery was needed to remove my broviac, which meant no anesthesia. I was going to have to stay wake while they cut me open, and removed my broviac. It wasn’t total butchery as the doctors had the decency to numb the area with Novocain. My nurse stood in the back of the room and held my hand as the doctors cut in to my chest and started to remove my broviac. I could see the blood dripping down my chest on to my stomach. As the knife cut deeper I started to scream more and more. Remember, this was something that had been in my body for eight and a half months. The surgeon had a difficult time removing it and a procedure that normally takes twenty minutes, wound up taking over and hour and a half. After the surgery I was so relieved. The doctors did find a staff infection in one of my lumens. If they had run anything through that lumen, I would have died within minutes. Thank God that my mother didn’t listen to the doctors and had them remove it. Moms always know best, especially mine. That incident almost was the end, and by the last week of August not much else was getting better. Besides having pneumonia, a collapsed lung, massive bleeding, and an infected lumen, I also had no blood counts. Time was running out and my counts needed to come up, or else. Things became so morbid that the last weekend of August my doctors told my mom and dad that I was not going to make it through the weekend. They told them to call family and friends and tell them the same. The Lord, however, had other plans. Miraculously the next day my counts started to come back, and the massive bleeding in my bladder stopped. For a week and a half there was no signs of blood in my urine, my doctors were absolutely amazed, they had witnessed a miracle."
Dear Cancer, You have been out of my life for 9 years and I am more than grateful that I am NEVER going to have to have you in my body again. I am not scared of you! Its because of you that I am closer to others that have had to deal with you and their families that are hurt by you. Its not a bad thing... but Ohhh you make me MAD! STOP hurting others and coming into their lives! While I am on this earth I am directed from the Lord to do his work. I make cancer care baskets to cater to individuals that you try to hurt. I give them love while you try to make them uncomfortable and make them do treatments that make them sick. While they have these horrible feelings its my time to give them ease and comfort so they can be strong with love and fight you away!! Even though you were obsessed with my boobs.. I fight like a girl in not just the Pink but to me ALL ribbon colors are important so I represent them all. We all fight together! One day we are going to have a Cure!
Well it's been a while since I've even thought about you but once again you have decided to get my attention.My attention,how dare you introduce your self to a good, loving Man who has always been there for my brother and sister and I and a great husband to my mother My Dad is carrying you in his liver and pelvic area.It sickens my stomach and is breaking my heart in so many ways.You are destroying and breaking my Mother's heart.She is trying so hard to be strong through all of this .I pray to God that he gives everyone the strength to stay focus on The Lord Our God giving him all our faith to stand strong and not to give in to your sickness. FOR I HAVE MET YOU FACE TO FACE and I beat you drown with my willingness to fight and The hand of my God!!!! My faith is strong and I show no mercy your evil.
Dear Cancer, you stripped me of my pride and humbled me in a way that I never thought possible. You took my breast, my hair, my fingernails. You robbed me of my health and energy. At times you took my dignity. You took my peace of mind. I wonder if you are lurking around the next corner waiting to pounce on me again. BACK OFF! I have not tolerance for you! I have no time for you. I am the apple of God's eye and He has my best interest at heart! I praise His name! He returns my peace and dignity. He restores my joy and gives me peace in the storm. He is my salvation. He whispers His love in my ear and draws me closer to Him. No...this was not what I had planned, but He knows the plans He has for me! Plans for a hope and a future. Hold my trembling hand God and walk with me every step of this journey, for I belong to You!
Dear Cancer, You caught me off guard the first time; I never thought you would come and invade my body, I was too young, too healthy, too everything. I am constantly on guard, I’m always waiting for the hammer to drop again. You have stolen so much, my carefree love for life is gone. In this moment I am sad and I grieve for the girl I used to be; in a few minutes I will be happy and thankful for one more moment of life but for just this moment I am sad for the girl I used to be and the people that I thought were my friends.
Dear Cancer, In July 8, I will be celebrating two years of completing chemo and overcoming one of the most challenging experience of my life. It has been two and a half years since I was diagnosed, and I never addressed you with anger nor resentment. However, today an eerie feeling took over me and tears ran down my cheeks as I stood in front of the mirror examining each scar, mark and my new alien breasts. Yes, I decided to get a jump on my breasts before you took them from me the way you ran off with my ovaries. Everything I ever said about you was uplifting and enlightening. I thanked you every second of my journey for the wisdom, the strength, and the love I received from family, friends, acquaintances, as well as, strangers. Over and over again, I had thanked you for propelling me to reevaluate my life and realizing that I had given up on my dreams over a decade ago, and I had been just roaming through life with out a clear destination. You brought me amazing lessons and an ability to knock down my emotional wall allowing me to be vulnerable with a new found sensitivity that allows me to connect with others in a deeper and spiritual way. Yes, I've thanked you for all the gifts over and over again. But today, today is different. For the first time I feel hate towards you. I hate you for what you've done to my body, to my hair, to my breasts, and I hate you for making me feel less than a woman. I hate you for taking my ability to procreate. I hate you for what you've done to my family, for hurting my mother, for the stress brought upon my brother, and above all I hate you for killing my grandma. My sweet grandma dedicated her entire time to take care of me through chemo while you were silently spreading in her body. You really had take one of us after all, didn't you??? I'm so upset ... I couldn't even recognize my body today ... "What a mess, what a mess you left." Tomorrow will be a better day and will not grant you the power to emotionally hurt me like you did today. You don't deserve my tears and no matter how hard you try to bring me down, I will prevail. I will stand tall, with my head up high, my shoulders back and with my grandma still on my side. Her spirit will live for ever in my heart feeding me strength to live a joyful, peaceful and healthy life.
Dear Cancer, I fought many battles with you,long and hard.I fought you with the strengt and passion of a knight fighting a dragon breathing fire down upon me.You caused me intense pain ,sorrow, and some days i felt like i was going to die.And other days i felt like giving up. But i forged ahead in the battle to save my dignity ,my faith and my life.As my shield was made of love and my sword made of faith two weapons you could not understand or defeat. We battled for six months, then one day i awakened and stood tall over my vanquished enemy. That day i thought the war was over,it was not only the battle.For you still appear in the distant horizon daily i can cathch a glimpse of you trying to penatrate the shield and barrier of unbeatable will i have created with my fellow soldiers of family.A army of those that would give their live for me toghether we had a shiled you can never break or get thru with your breath of fire and death.I know from time to time i may have to again suite up to do battle again with you. But like a angel that is always awake with the eyes of love and compassion ,my army is ready to do battle again if need be.Remember that before you think of launching another attack. One last warning i will also come to the aid of my fellow cancer soldiers currently doing battle with you.So beware!!!!!
Dear Cancer. i did not ask for you. I in no way, shape, or form, asked to be diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer at the age of 16. I did nothing to cause you . Never smoke, never drank, ate healthy, took care of my body, exercised regularly... so why? WHY did you come bulldozing into my life to turn it upside down? Not only did you tear my life apart, but you also tore my family's. I will never forget listening to my parents screaming and crying on the phone with 9-1-1 after I woke up one morning and had a seizure. I'll never forget the looks I saw in their eyes every day at chemo as they helplessly watched me be filled with bag after bag of fluid. Or the tears my mom cried on the way home from getting my hair cut from my butt to my shoulders because it would be coming out shortly.. how she held the ponytail tight in her hands the whole ride home. Cancer, I will never forget the bullshit you put me through. And I've beat you once and been through enough... I dare you to come back again. You're not welcome here.
I walk with you. I do not fear you. I feel marvelous. It has been nearly one year since my surgery for StageIII invasive breast cancer. You left your ugly mark on me, but I do not belong to you. I did not burn you. I did not poison you. They found recently that I have a 17th lymph node left behind that is perfectly healthy despite 16 sick ones. I have used food, exercise, supplements, prayer and a positive attitude to keep you in check. You have given me the opportunity to demonstrate that there is more than one way to keep you under control... by creating an environment where you don't want to live. God will decide my outcome, not you!
I've beat your ass for what will be 25 years on December 12. You told me I had six months to live. You destroyed my body during, chemo, radiation and bone marrow transplant. You ripped my bladder wall, causing me to have 2 platelet transfusions a day. You took my athletic ability. You gave me Chron's disease, Lymphedema and Hemochromotosis, things I deal with every day now that make it very hard. HOWEVER..I'm Still here. and I PLAN on being here and telling others that YOU CAN'T WIN...I started a website to help with my current battles and to share my story with others. CKMAGICSPORTS.COM stands in your way and will KNOCK YOU OUT. To my fellow survivors that suffer from side effects of treatment - I'm praying for you, but more importantly to the ones suffering through treatment right now...KEEP FIGHTING, when it knocks you down...GET UP...knocks you down..GET UP...and know we are praying for you. - #SURVIVORS FIGHT!
Dear Cancer, Shame on you! Shame on you for having hurt my mom many moons ago. Shame on you for having burnt out her light. Shame on you for having reared your ugly head into my body 2 years ago. Shame on you. Although I was able to fight you and make you leave my body, shame on you for constantly instilling fear in me with every ache and pain felt. Tomorrow I head for my 2 year check up and although I have to believe in my heart of hearts that you will not reappear, shame on you for allowing the fear to keep me up at night. Shame on you. I hate you and you should be ashamed of yourself. Enough said. Adele (cervical cancer warrior/survivor)
SCREW CANCER Cancer is something someone hates to hear, be it a simple type or a more aggressive type. For most people being diagnosed with cancer can stir up all kinds of emotional and physical stuff, also a lot of anger. You ask yourself questions like,"Why is this happening to me", " what is gonna happen to my family", and " what did i do to deceiver this bullshit, SCREW CANCER". I still have to work, I still have to make a living for my family, how long is that gonna last? It is important to note that not everyone will go through all of these stages. If you do, they might not happen in order. Some people have described a “roller coaster effect,” with lots of wild swings between stages. At least that's what happened with me. After the anger, came the denial " There's no way I have cancer, the doctor must be wrong". Some times they are! So, always get a second opinion. Try to stay positive at this point for yourself and your family, like i said the doctors could be wrong. The third and worst at least for me was the depression. Depression can get in your head and mess it all up. It tells you to forget about taking care of yourself. What does it mater, your gonna die anyway right? Remember my fiends he is not your friend, forget about the drugs and alcohol that depression keeps telling you to do and stand up an say "SCREW CANCER!" Then there comes bargaining,"maybe if i had done this or that right " "what if its something that will just go away in time and i don't have to worry about it" Bargaining is a good way to keep your head in the sand so to speak. At that point, that's when acceptance comes along and you accept that you have, cancer. So what should I do to better myself? Do I listen to the doctor ? Do I start the chemo, the radiation, herbal cures, essential oils, fruits, diets (to help clean out the poises in your body). However the stages come, it's not that easy and when you think you have figured it all out, the roller-coaster starts all over again. After everything you have tried to help your self with your situation it all keeps leading you back to anger, which once again, allows depression to weasel its way back in. Always remember my friends! Cancer can be a blessing or a curse and there are people out there, just like you, fighting this fight! They are wondering what to do, how to cope, and how to stay positive for their loved ones. Friends, please find some type of support or listen to my podcast or contact me to talk. I'm always available and you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org , Facebook Laughing with Cancer , and (of course) on laughingwithcancerpodcast.com . Remember my friends, if your not laughing your letting life pass you by!...PEACE!LOVE! and stay laughing ELVISRICO
You've made my father so uncomfortable with his feelings that he cannot speak to me, or emotionally connect. You made him unreachable during the time I need him most. You are showing me just how strong I am... Cancer, you are not something I understand. You just happen.. and we crush you, e fight you, we don't let you stop our spirits.. I beat you as a child and I will do it again. You will not slow me down, you are a catalyst. I was born with your mutation within my head adn I will always be somewhat different. I am ok with that. At least I am alive! <3