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Dear Cancer (or my current enemy, Chemo): This day is not getting better...this is the second time I've tried to post and the website keeps rejecting me. That doesn't help when I've already cried twice today. It's one of those days where exhaustion has set in and I feel like I'm losing control. I want to scream. I can't accept that with my disease this could go one for years: pain, nausea, no hair. Yeah, I really want to scream (or hit something).
Dear cancer, I hate you! You turned my life upside down! You made me sick I lost all of my hair that made my dad cry!! I hate you for that! I'm tired all the time now!I have trouble with my knees and ankles,I have a bad memory and my eyesight really sucks now!! Most of I hate that you touched my kids and husband lives!! They worry everyday praying you don't come back! Do me a favor and go to HELL AND DON'T COME BACK!!!
Dear Cancer, you came into my life on May 16, 2013 when my sister/best friend got AML. She fought for a year and 1 month when you took her on June 16, 2014. The pain and suffering you have caused my beautiful sister and I will never be forgotten. You took one of the most important people in my life away and I am never going to recover, she will never hold my hand, she will never walk at my side with her IV pole, she will never hug me, give me kisses and never tell me how much she loves me. You have destroyed my life and for this I will spend the rest of my existence trying to help others fight back the way I helped my sister.
Dear Cancer. You have been a pain since diagnosed. You made me sick 4 month before found, and now almost 2 years out the surgeries have caused scar tissue that makes it hard to do my job. You took one thing I truly miss is my memory. I use to be able to tell a tree by seeing it now I cant. You have cause depression that I am looking for help for, and you took my smile. NO more. I am going to find the old me. He was a great guy.
Dear Cancer, you have taken a lot from me. I have plenty of scars, I broke a leg that I now need to strengthen to it's original state. But NO MORE!! I am sick and tired of you intruding on my life. I'm beating you. You're dying and you know it!! -With much sincerity, Laura
Dear Cancer, 2 years ago you came into my life after being misdiagnosed for so many years. March 2014 you took my amazing Grandfather away from me and my family. I hate you so much. I cannot stand suffering. Everyday, I fight for my life because of you. I'm telling you right now YOU WILL NOT WIN.. EVER!!!!
Dear Cancer, I HATE YOU you changed my life forever physically emotionally, mentally and I hate you. You came into my life and destroyed it. But I fought you and won, and I am continuing to find myself and regain my self after you whipped through like a tornado. I will never let you win even though you have forever changed my whole life I will always fight you.
Dear cancer, have I told you latley how much I hate you! 10 yrs ago you took my world from me, my mom! Then you took my aunt and then my uncle! 4 yrs ago you desided to come into me and for 2.5 yrs made my life hell ! I am in remission now but one day you will be back! I fought you once ill fight you again you bastard! You changed me! I am always in pain because of what you did to my back, I am always tired because of the medications I have to take because of you! I hate you so much and you always seem to go for the good people!! Maybe so many people wouldnt have to suffer from you if you didnt bring the drug companies so much money! Maybe one day the government and the drug companies will release the cure so no more people have to suffer from you!!!
Dear Cancer, so many people suffer because of you. Nobody likes you. You need to leave. My nanny had breast cancer when she was 39. She was diagnosed again last year and she's still here to tell the tale. One day we will beat you and that day can't come quick enough. You've taken so many lives, ruined people and split up families. You should stop and let people live their lves. Go away.
Dear Cancer, It seems like you're everywhere now. First you took my granddaddy then you tried me. You took away the normal and made me "That girl who had cancer". Now you're attacking my great uncle, my friends and family friends. Just go away. I can't stand you. I don't know what to do anymore.
Dear cancer, you came into my life 10 years ago. 8 years ago I finished you, if it weren't for my permanent liver damage from chemo, I wouldn't remember how you destroyed me, and weakened me. Then, you come and take my mother 4 years later. You snuck up on her and stole her life almost 4 years ago. It was ok for you to take everything but my life, but your mark on her stole a piece of my heart that I'll never get back.
Dear Cancer, Today was my last day of active treatment, and I figured it was the perfect opportunity to write you a letter. I would've written sooner but I was super busy kicking your ass. You've been apart of my life for far too long. You're the greatest enemy I've ever known and the biggest thief. I've seen you steal the hopes and dreams of so many. Too many. As a young child, I had to watch helplessly as you inflicted unimaginable suffering upon my mother. Not that she didn't give you one hell of a fight. She did! In the midst of all that suffering, I saw a woman, with all of the odds stacked against her, use the power of sheer will, faith in God and unconditional love for her children take you a few extra rounds. You see Cancer, she was the ultimate example of strength and fortitude. And that example was a powerful weapon in my arsenal. And what about my real life superhero, Laura Gannon?! I bet you never saw her coming. She kept me focused and strong every single day of this fight, loving me through the toughest rounds. And while my wife was reason enough to fight, there was my little girl, my sweet Madeleine. She has a few superpowers of her own. I love her with every cell in my body and I sure as hell wasn't about to let you take from her what you took from me. Cancer, while I am proud and grateful to have won this battle, I realize that until we find a cure for you, the war continues. I vow to keep fighting for all the soldiers we have lost and for all the warriors, present and future. Signed, Riese's Daughter
You don’t scare me or stop me from living. You don’t hold me back with fear. I am alive and full of life despite you! As a child I experienced you touch the lives of my aunts and uncles and the sadness that brought to my mother and the tears to her eyes when she lost her brothers and sisters to your demise. As I grew older and just when I got to the highest point of closeness with my mother, I experienced you touch her life too. I witnessed what chemotherapy can do when it sparks infection and the memory of the last days of my mother will remain etched in my mind forever. When I lost my mother to you I experienced the agony of the loss she suffered when she lost each of her siblings. I went into a deep dark tailspin and it took me many months to recover but I emerged stronger than ever. You pointed me in the direction of my passion cancer. I started fundraising to keep my mother’s memory alive, to cope with my loss and to honor all those touched by cancer. You touched my sister cancer and I immediately thought the worst. My memories reverted to my mother’s diagnosis and treatment and what she endured as a result of your touch, but it wasn’t the same. I’m happy to say that I was wrong cancer because my big sis kicked your ass to the curb. So then when you touched me cancer, I was ready! From the moment of diagnosis I saw the opportunity in your touch. I decided that I was going to cut you out of my body and rebuild myself in more ways than one! Now, dear cancer, I look and feel better than before inside and out. Cancer, despite you, I evolved with more confidence than I have ever had before. Cancer, I tricked you. Instead of fighting you I decided to invite you into my life, accept you and live a more beautiful and fulfilling life despite your visit to my body. Cancer, because of you and my lack of fear of you, women are drawn to me and I help them cope with their diagnosis and treatment and the emotional and physical effects that go with you so that they can regain confidence and control of their lives once again. Cancer, you will never stop me from living because my spirit and passion is stronger than you!
Dear cancer, My life used to be perfect before I met you. I realized I didn't appreciate my life as I should have to, but I was aware that hard work was helping me to accomplish my goals. You came into my life last year, and it took 10 seconds talk to my doctor to see my dreams vanishing from my hands. I was diagnosed with "the good cancer", but truth is I don't know what's good about having a 5h surgery and being opened from earlobe to 2cm at the right of the center of my neck. They said treatment was a piece of cake, like drinking water... Well, since I drank that radioactive "water" I'm nauseated all the time. They said it was the good cancer and after surgery And treatment I could go back to my life... But I don't know what's the good thing about living with no thyroid and being hormone manipulated all the time... Life is not the same, a pill will never replace my thyroid... I feel tired most of the time, I feel like everything I do is a fight against my body that has too little energy to make it through the day. I'm just 28, I used to be super active, I used to feel I could conquer the world and I was conquering my dreams. I don't know dear cancer what you did to me, but all this fight has let me with many insecurities, with so many doubts, with so many fears... I don't understand why you had to come into my life so uninvited... It feels like you have taken my life from me, and I just don't know how to get it back. Everybody talks about how hard is the fight, but truth is life after you is as hard as the fight.
Canzer Stalked Me Into the Laundromat: My lucky socks were dirty. I was at the local laundromat near my apartment, minding my own business when, well, how should I explain this? I didn’t even see it at first, as it limped across the room. The smell of rotten-garbage-after-a-union-strike spoiled the fresh scent of lavender dryer sheets. The air got sucked out of the room, and I realized I was alone. All of the sudden, it was right next to me, slumped over, staring me squarely in the face. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. It had damp, gooey, pudding-like flesh. It was definitely not human, more like something that got bounced from the Star Wars Cantina. I couldn’t look at it, and yet I also couldn’t look away. In a long, soulless, putrid breath, it explained how big a load it would be on my life. And how many cycles we’d do together. Spin, spin, add more money to the machine, spin. Repeat. It told me we would meet up every few weeks for the foreseeable future, whether I liked it or not. It laughed at the mental anguish and frustration it would cause and cheered at the death of my sperm. I picked a bad day to do the laundry. I wasn’t going anywhere, so I asked it’s name. “Canzer,” it mumbled. Then we talked for too long. Here’s how the conversation transpired: Canzer: Hi I’m cancer. And you’re Ethan. I already know that because I’m following you on Twitter. Ethan Zohn: I hate you. C: That’s not very polite. EZ: I’m going to call you “canzer” from now on, as a sign of disrespect. C: We’re kinda getting off to a bad start. EZ: You can say that again. Why are you all up in my grill? C: I’m gonna be honest. I tend to be a stalker. I do this to a lot of people. So you might as well talk to me. EZ: Hellz no. I’m not into the “frenemy” stuff you see on The Real Housewives. You’re my main enemy. You’re Ethan Enemy #1. [Laundry cycle spinning…] EZ: Ugh, fine. I can’t believe I’m talking to canzer. I’ll ask you a question people ask me this question all the time but I never know how to answer — “How you are feeling?” C: Well, to be honest, I feel horrible. I have this project I’m working on but I can’t seem to figure out how to get it done. It keeps slipping away from me. EZ: I really couldn’t care less about your project. Actually, I’m ecstatic that you are failing at your life’s work. C: I try to dig in, but the “project” I’m working with is being really difficult. First of all, he is extremely good looking and I can’t compete with that. EZ: Go on… C: Second, he is the strongest human I have ever met in my life. I think he may be Arnold Schwarzenegger and The Hulk’s love child. Or maybe he is Patrick Dempsey and Katniss Evergreen’s kid, I don’t know, but he is unstoppable. EZ: He seems like a wicked cool dude. C: Plus, he has millions of people from all over the world supporting him, reading his blog, cheering him on and praying for him. They are incredibly powerful and hard to deal with. EZ: Again, sounds like a really great guy with some unbelievable friends. What’s the problem? C: Well…where do I start? It’s, like, totally impossible get his attention. He totally disrespects me. He bad-mouths me publicly all the time. He even de-friended me on Facebook. And he told me this robe would look better on a rhino. EZ: Yeah, well, it would. Stick to blacks and blues. In fact, it looks like your butt ate your robe and then threw up all over itself to make a newer, but much more ugly robe. Anyway, yeah it sounds like he really doesn’t like you. C: I’ll probably just give up and look for a new job with someone else. [Laundry tumbles audibly] EZ: Listen up, the ruse is over. I know who you’re talking about, and I know it’s me. So listen carefully, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once: Get up and run. Run as fast as you can. This guy will destroy you with precision and ease. And if he doesn’t, his incredible doctor friends will make you disappear faster than you can say machine wash cold. He will make sure you have no influence on anything he does and he will rise again as a more powerful and transformed super human that will live life more vigorously than ever before. C: But…but… EZ: No buts! The only butt is the one I’m kicking out of this laundromat — and out of my life. You Suck. I hate you. [Laundry stops spinning]
I hate everything that you are. You took away my childhood and my families happiness when I was diagnosed. We finally felt relief and happiness again when I went in to remission 2.5 years ago and now you are back, this time 'incurable' and in my beautiful Dads brain. I hate you. I hate the sadness you have drowned us in and I hate that the doctors think my brothers and sisters might also have inherited the gene predisposing us to you. I hate you, and sometimes I wish I died so that I wouldn't have had to now watch you slowly take my dad. That thought never ever crossed my mind until you came for my Dad. I had such positivity and pure joy and appreciation for life. I hate how selfish that thought is.. Because I know that had I died, my dad would be in more pain watching and living through that than he is now. But this hurts me more. I hate you and I pray with all my heart and soul that they find a cure to rid my family of you forever.
Dear Cancer, you have been haunting me since November, but tomorrow I start to fight you. When the doctor cuts out the bone that you have set up home in, you may leave me weak and broken...but only for a while. I will heal, I will fight, I will win. From tomorrow on, I will get stronger. You've messed with the wrong girl!!
Ladies, ive just joined, its been a while since cancer and i spoke. Its there, despite my all clear. You HAUNT me, night and day. All my body aches, apart from my head n hands,but DON'T assume that maked me WEAK! I'll face up to YOU, TO DEATH AND YES EVEN TO OLD SO CALLED SATAN HIMSELF! I will NOT BREAK FOR YOU, EVER!!