My heart aches every time someone close to me is diagnosed. I even panic when friends have close calls with you. A biopsy here, a sonogram or two; you cause so much stress there’s no justice for what you do. You even tried to sneak up on me but it was a lost cause. For days, after one of your growths was removed, I had to stop and pause. I asked myself, what if it was, what would I do? Would I lose my hair? Would treatments leave me sick and blue? While I’m left with only a scar others have to face a lifetime of emptiness because of what you do.
You are like a mythical shape-shifter…you come in many forms. You have no regard for age, race, creed or gender; your wrath is like a deadly storm. Oh Cancer, you took my father, uncle and even weakened my mother. You’re wreaking havoc in the life of my co-worker, friends, their loved-ones and millions of others.
No one likes you Cancer. We don’t know why you hurt the most precious people - - so valued and full of worth. Why can’t you find a hole to rot in or even better fall off the face of the earth. No one would miss you; in fact the world would be a better place. It’s time for you to go Cancer; you’re taking up too much space.
We’ll continue to fight the good fight, with our walks, marathons, galas and most importantly our research. We may not have a cure and we don’t know when or where you’ll strike next, but one thing that we do know is that you can’t conquer our prayer, love and the mighty spirit that wants to continue the good fight against you.
Cancer…you will not win.
Rest in peace to all of those who fought the good fight until the end; prayers to those survivors and strengthen and support to those who are beginning this uncertain journey.
