An Open Letter to my Cancer – Part Whatever, I lost count.
on October 3rd, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Dear Cancer,
Hiding I hear? My dr. gave me the good news last week. 3 more chemo treatments and you’re done is what it sounds like. You put up a pretty weak fight, but that’s OK by me.
Your buddies are messing with Ethan quite a bit and I don’t like it one bit. But you know what? Y’all are gonna lose…again. See, folks like us can’t lose. When we “lose” loved ones, they don’t lose to YOU. In fact, they don’t lose at all. They have fought their fight. And just couldn’t fight anymore. So peeps like me and Ethan, and millions of others who come out on top get to kick your ass some more.
While healthy.
Scary huh? Way scarier than your sneak attack ass. We’re fighting you head on, while you poke around in the deep dark recesses of our bodies just waiting for the right moment to whoop up on us. That doesn’t make you smart. That makes us angry. And that makes you screwed.
We have an army of blamers who are taking every bit of energy they have for all of the stuff that bothers them, annoys them, ticks them off…and it’s coming right for you.
No sneak attack here you freakin jerk. Philly style, right in the jaw.
Tick tick tick dipshit, your days are numbered.
Love,
Your Ever-increasing-worst-nightmare-that-will-never-go-away Drew.
P.S. – You go into remission, but guess what…I don’t.