I Hate You

I recently stumbled upon 4 Times and Counting‘s post Am I Doing Breast Cancer Right? I admire her willingness to come right out for the world to read. I was grateful that someone was willing to offer that that cancer isn’t “the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”

Cancer sucks. Cancer can go suck it. Cancer needs to go away. I can’t say enough how much I hate cancer. One of my sisters had leukemia when she was little, going through chemo during kindergarten; she hated her wig so the kids teased her for being bald. Now she’s in her 40s and has three kids and one grandchild.

One of my sisters had non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.

One of my stepbrothers had leukemia and was cured; because he wouldn’t take care of himself, he has relapsed.

My mother-in-law had breast cancer two years ago and was cured. Now she has lung cancer and is blogging about it (www.stupidfuckingcancer.com). I expect her to come through it. The doctors are optimistic. She has to come through it. I don’t want to lose her, but even more, I don’t want my seven-year-old son to know yet what it’s like to lose someone you love. Not yet. She’s 67. Give her another 20 years please.

I’m rambling. My point is that we’re all in this together. I figure it’s not a matter of if but when.

Bite me, cancer.