Letter to Cancer

I've seen a few cancer survivors write "letters to cancer" on their blogs, and I think that it sounds like a wonderfully cathartic thing to do, so I thought that on this beautiful Saturday morning, I'd let cancer know how I feel about it:

Dear Cancer:

I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't like you. You have really disrupted my life, and I didn't have the time or inclination to deal with you. But, you know what? Once I knew you were there, I put almost everything else aside in an effort to ensure that you leave my body and never come back. And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you are eradicated completely from my life.

The other thing I want to tell you is that you have not ruined my life. You don't have the power to do that because you are just a disease. God is in control of my life, and I have so many wonderful blessings from Him in my life. You are just a cluster of cells and while you may think you're so high and mighty, I've got news for you: you're not.

So, on Monday, my surgeon, who is a butt-kicker, will remove you from my body. And then, after that, depending on what we find out about how sneaky or not you've been in my body, Dr. Rosenblatt and any other needed doctors will come up with a plan to treat my body so that we can make sure that you never rear your ugly head again.

I hate you. I really do. I want you gone from my body, and I feel confident that soon, very soon, you will be. Good riddance cancer.

Oh, and one other thing. Because you've tried to mess with me, I think that you should know that I plan to spend a part of the time I have left on this earth working towards your overall demise. Yes, that's right. I'll get involved in organizations that work towards finding a cure for cancer, and I'll give money to those organizations and others. I will hold the hands of other women in my shoes, and will run in runs to raise money for breast cancer awareness and research. I will pour myself into these activities with great enthusiasm and joy. As I said, I really dislike you, and thus I will be elated and honored to engage in activities designed to destroy you.

Goodbye cancer. I'm sorry that this letter was so unpleasant, but as those who know me know, and for better or for worse, I'm nothing, if not direct.

Erin