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Cancer sucks! Here's what cancer fighters, cancer survivors and supporters have to say to cancer.
IvoryZeigler26

GO TO HELL

IvoryZeigler26

Cancer u will not win i have u u dont have me I SO LEAVE ME ALONE

unbreakable305

No matter what....fight on and you will live on....I know it's not easy but you mean a lot to others. It's a nasty war and we can't leave any soldiers behind......say to yourself like I did, "I have cancer, cancer does not have me." Like always, if you need a friend, darodriguez13@gmail.com....you are NOT alone...

melissag13

Cancer, You are going down. I have no room in my life for you. I need to meet and fall in love with the man of my dreams. I need to love my new body...scars and all. I need to watch my niece and nephew grow up. I need to visit Ireland. I will finish my treatments and even go through a clinical trial, but after that, do not even think about showing up again, punk. Your Enemy, Melissa

cdmonson

Dear cancer, You picked the wrong person to mess with. When I finish chemo this summer I will hopefully be entering medical school. There I will learn how to fight you not just in myself, but in countless others. Lets do this.

Sammie

We will never be the same. I do not know what to expect. Chemo is over, yet you, cancer are NEVER over. You are always on my mind, or in the back of my mind, or on the minds of my family. I cannot have children because of the intense chemo, so I know that even in years to come when I want to begin a family, you will be there in my mind- the reason I can't have my own family. You sneak up and take innocent other young people I became friends with in hospital- all fighting the same type of monster as me. And for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was like, not to have ever had you in my life. Leave me alone. Leave my mind alone. I am strong, but I struggle to imagine a day when you are not intruding on my thoughts.

RachelPappas

Dear Cancer, try as you might to piss me off, I'm gonna be the one to PISS YOU OFF if that's what happens if you don't succeed at getting me hot. I have been too angry too long.It's hurt me,it's hurt the people I love, and for all I know, it's part of how it was that you were able to get inside me and grow. So no, nope, uh-uh - you aren't going to piss me off.

wiandiii

Dear cancer, go fuck yourself. You had no place in my body. You have no place returning to my body. Though I won the first round with the help of modern medicine I continue to suffer long term effects from you and the chemo. This has left me bitter. My quality of life is less. My lifespan is less. I once heard the best revenge is living well. I am not emotionally there yet. So until that time, cancer, go fuck yourself in the corner with someone else cancer and infect each other and die.

babs2810

Dear Cancer: Thank you. Thank you for making me realize that every day is a gift. Thank you for making it hard to breathe on a normal day because I will NEVER pick up a cigarette again. Thank you for bringing my teenage daughter close to me and helping us bond, not every mom has that. Thank you for showing how great my husband really is. I don't think i really appreciated him before. Thank you for showing me my friends true colors the time i wasted on were those that didn't care enough to stay. Now I don't have to try to keep them anymore. Thank you for showing me faith in community & Humanity. I never knew so many strangers could care about you. Thank you for renewing my relationship with God. I was very angry with him for a long time. Now i know he brought you to me so that i could find my way back to him. Last but not least, thank you for leaving me. even though i learned so very much from you. I hate you and i never want to see you ever again!

Michelle_L

Dear cancer: Having just given birth to a beautiful healthy girl, I hate you for ruining my chance of being a "normal" mom when this is supposed to be the best time in my life. You leave me at home unable to move my neck and worst of all, an unclear diagnosis because doctors can't put a clear name to you yet.

reese

Dear Cancer: I just found out that I'm in remission. I know that should make me happy, and it does, to a degree. But it makes me wonder what's going to happen next. When are you coming back? In six months? A year? Two years? At least when I had you, I knew what to expect. Now I'm left wondering when you'll go from skulking around in my body to being back full-blown. I'm going to try to be happy and take each day as it comes. I just wish I could get you off my mind.

jeffhicks

Hello Cancer, Philipians 4:13 says "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". Here is what you cancer need to know about this scripture. As a born again child of the living God, who sent His Son Jesus Christ into this world so that through His death, burial, and resurrection I would be given power and authority over all things and you cancer are one of those things. August 2006 you entered my life, August 2008 you tried to kill me, on April 10, 2012 I am in complete remission because I kicked your butt because my God said I could. Remember this, He that is within me is stronger that he that is in the world.

maryluczak

Cancer sucks.

charlenegullotta

Calling cancer DEAR seems Absurd to me. It is not DEAR to me. It is the enemy and the bad guy. I will tell you that one of the problems with women is maybe they are too freaking nice about breast cancer, or any cancer in general. Particularly breast cancer since it is affecting 400,000 woman annually. WOW. I wonder if 400,000 men got diagnosed with prostate and lose a testicle or two if there wouldn't be a cure by NOW! Wow .....stop calling the evil vile cancer a DEAR please ladies!!!!

jaimee

Dear Thyroid, I know that it’s been a long time… an entire year, in fact. But I needed to drop you a line (or twelve) to get some things off my chest… or neck, as the case may be. “They” say that forgiveness is to set a prisoner free… and to find out that the prisoner is yourself. So let my motives be clear from the beginning, Dear Thyroid. When you first got sick, you really messed up my life. Perhaps you didn’t notice, since you were so busy with activities of your own, but while you were intent on fighting yourself, you were causing distress other places aside from your own backyard. Your ridiculous behavior was repeatedly triggering a previously unknown genetic condition that had successfully remained under wraps until you reared your ugly head. Now, every time you felt it necessary to get my immune system all worked up over nothing, I had to deal with debilitating vertigo and paralysis on my left side! How could you have done this to me, Thyroid? Do you realize how many doctors I saw in those days? I met with 3 neurologists, 2 family physicians, 2 ENTs, a chiropractor, and as a last resort, a psychiatrist! You were so sneaky, Thyroid. None of these doctors had a clue what was going on. At first they showed great concern at my symptoms, which were bizarre and interesting. But as time passed and I “failed” all their tests, do you know what happened? Their interest turned to pity. They feared I was crazy! I remember way back when… I always had my suspicions about you. My waking temperature had been mysteriously low for years and my hair, brittle. I felt down in the dumps for no apparent reason and I bounced between chubby and scrawny continually. I knew something was up. But oh, how you hid the truth. You managed to narrowly avoid the limits to their tests, proving my incompetence. Foul Thyroid, you were deceptive! Years passed and I resigned myself to feeling badly. I didn’t talk about my illness anymore because the opinions of the doctors, bound by their rules and their numbers, seemed to have spread to even the best of my friends and family. I know you can’t understand how it hurt, Dear Thyroid, but it did. It was the worst pain imaginable to have my sanity called into question while almost constantly dealing with very real physical struggles. There was no sympathy. No help. No understanding for me. Spiteful Thyroid, you were merciless. When you finally pulled out all the stops and grew Cancer, I’m sure you thought you would do me in. I’m sure you thought you had the last word. I’m sure you must have laughed as my voice crackled when I sang. I’m sure you must have chuckled silently to your vindictive self as I choked on my water. I’m sure you must have smiled smugly as I learned to live with the chronic sore throats and neck cramps and annoying cough. Well… while you were busy about cultivating destruction, things were changing. My husband believed me. He saw my pain and refused to accept it. Paralysis and vertigo had become a normal part of everyday life for me. He said we could not settle for a life like that and that we would not stop looking until we found a doctor competent and compassionate enough to fix me or at least name what it was that was breaking me down. We met with a new neurologist. He said I might be crazy. That is always a possibility. But that it was his job to rule out everything else first. Oh, Sly Thyroid, your days of hiding were about to be uncovered! It was a CT Angiogram. I remember getting the phone call from my neurologist. “There were no blockages or any other physical cause for your paralysis. We believe you have a genetic condition called familial hemiplegic migraine. It’s a calcium channel mutation. And there’s one more thing… We found some tumors…” My neurologist would later tell me I was the only patient he’s ever had who has thanked him for telling me I had cancer! But in that moment, Thyroid, I knew your days were numbered. You tried playing the elusive card once more as my biopsies came back “indeterminate.” But all the hard work you had done and the symptoms it produced could no longer be overlooked. You had to come out. The surgery came and went. It was scary– I won’t lie. But I did it. When the pathology report came back, I cried. Nobody wants to hear they have Cancer. I tried not to think about it for what seemed like a very long time. But you left me reminders that I couldn’t see past. I have always loved singing. I learned to play guitar when I was 14 so I could accompany myself. I took voice lessons and sang at weddings and banquets and churches. Music was a way to let what was inside myself out. The surgery took that from me. You took that from me, Thyroid. My left vocal cord was paralyzed. At first my voice was barely a whisper. For the most part, it’s normal now, a year later, although I do struggle at times with hoarseness or choking. But my singing voice will never be the same. When I had to swallow the radioactive iodine pill and spend 8 days in isolation, I had to acknowledge the Cancer. Oh Thyroid, how I hated you those 8 days! I was sick to my stomach, feverish, sore throat, and headache… It was like the worst kind of flu. And then the radiation attacked my salivary glands and left me swollen and spitless. All I wanted was some noodle soup and my husband. But no… I had to be on the low-iodine diet and was quarantined… alone. You probably don’t realize, but a person’s biggest struggles in life—the things they feel they may just not make it through—are never as important or monumental to other people as they are to the person experiencing it. Life went on for everyone else, but I was alone. I felt like people expected me to be “over it.” But I had only just figured out what “it” was. It took a long time for me to figure out, but I was never really alone in all that. I recently read the story of Joseph, you know—in the Bible. That guy was down on his luck, let me tell you! His brothers sold him into slavery and he ended up in prison for something he didn’t do. Eventually things turned around for him and when faced with whether or not to forgive the people who caused him so much pain, he responded with the most interesting statement. He said, “Don’t feel badly. Don’t blame yourselves. God was behind it. He used me through this.” Now lest you misunderstand, Dear Thyroid—I do not believe that everything happens for a reason. Nor do I believe that anyone other than YOU and your fateful rottenness is responsible for this demise. However, I would like to take this rare opportunity to inform you that what you intended for my harm, God did indeed reroute for my good. So a giant nose-thumbing to you, Sir, in that respect. This year has been the worst, but also the best. I have experienced the utter and complete darkness of hitting rock bottom, but I have grown so much from there, that I barely recognize myself anymore. Before you left me, I wondered about meaning and purpose. I was selfish and took a lot of things for granted. Now, my body is perhaps more broken than ever, but my Life is breathing and vibrant and making a difference. Which brings me to the point– because there is a point after all– of this letter. Forgiveness. I’m cutting you loose, my Dear Thyroid. And it’s not for your benefit, but for mine. Because I’m not gaining any peace in continuing to hate, loathe and despise your sorry excuse for a gland. I’ll thank you kindly for the opportunity to become a better, thyroid-free me. And I will remember, with fondness, the journey that got me here. With love (if only a little), Jaimee

Chemosabie

I am 15 months into this & actually in remission now. Yet I'm sad & exhausted most of the time just waiting for a recurrence. I hate that I feel like this & can't seem to stop this "cancer head"! Please tell me this will pass in time....

Nature523

Why does it seem harder to fight with my Mom's cancer than it was to fight my own? I watch her every day wondering if it is the last time I will see her beautiful face. Some days she is like her old self.....Others you can tell she is fighting a war in her own body. Sometimes I wish I could Fight it for her. She Said the same about me

jarali

Cancer You don't deserve the word dear. There is nothing dear about you. Go away and quit ruining peoples lives. We all just want to live. Stop it!

aml08

Dear Cancer, Thank you for taking away my sweet 16 year, for making me ill, making me miss school, my friends. But most of all thank you for taking my best friend of 14 years away from me. Please just stay out of my life, you've ruined it enough already.

Richard

I have been living with lung cancer for 8 years. Each year of the anniversary of my diagnosis, I write a letter to my family and friends about hope and my life with cancer. The purpose of my letters is for my loved ones to appreciate every precious day of life. I also want everyone to know that living with cancer is different but can also be loving, wonderful and beautiful. I am considering composing a book comprised of letters cancer patients wrote (or are writing) to family and friends during their journey with cancer. Hopefully some patients wrote these letters over a few years. These letters can be from survivors or people sadly who eventually lost their battles. The patients can have any type of cancer not just lung. Happy to speak with you off line if interested in contributing. Also please feel free to pass this message on to others. Thank you!! Richard

Jillsurvivor

If i had three wishes.I want one to have the power of three.I wish my daughter will never see cancer like me

Ravenlovely452

I was 11 years old, cancer. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve that? Why, when I kicked you out, did you come back three years later? You are not welcome in this "house."

lollybean

Dear Cancer, why did you come into our lives? My mum deserves so much better than you. I hate you. I hate what you are doing to her.

unbreakable305

FIGHT. No matter what....fight on and live on. Find the one person or thing that drives you and do it....fight harder than anyone before you....you can and MUST do it...because you mean the world to someone. If you ever need a friend....darodriguez13@gmail.com.....Superman is just an e-mail away.

czcafferata

you took my childhood

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