Dear Cancer,

You have taken away three women that I love dearly. I’m so frustrated… and I’m angry…and I’m so confused. How can you do this to these moms, friends, parents, role models, supports? I miss them, daily.

Dear Cancer,

A little more then two weeks ago, cancer took my Mother & Best Friend away from me. My Mother was 63 years old and died from a year and a half battle with cervical cancer. After endless rounds of chemo and radiation and and far too many sleepless night filled with back pain, nausea, constipation and fear the cancer took my Mother’s life. The cancer eventually spread to other areas of her body including her lymph nodes, liver and the start of her lungs and kidneys. I can’t beging to tell you how cancer robbed my Mother not only of her hair but her dignity and respect. She was a beautiful woman filled with joy, happiness and a zest for lift. In many ways my Mother just started living her life as a “senior” and cancer robbed her of that, of growing to an old little woman with gray hair. I am a 33 year old married woman who will have to spend the rest of my life mourning and missing my Mother, my children will never my Mother’s warm embrace and they will never know how much she would have loved them or how much I loved her, no matter how many pictures I could fill one up with. I was my Mother’s sole caretaker putting my life on hold for my mother, I don’t regret any of it for one second, but now as not only her caretaker but as her daughter and best friend, I am completely lost without her. I can’t even begin to express the sadness I feel in my heart and how many times in these past 2 short weeks I have gone to pick up the phone and call her, I now call her cell phone everyday just so I can hear her voice on her message. Cancer not only took my Mother away from her loving family but cancer has taken a piece of my life away as well. This weekend is Mother’s Day the first without my Mother, my Mother will always live in my mind and heart but I have to tell you I would much rather have my Mother here with me then for her to be my guardian angel.

Dear Cancer,

I hate you cancer…You took my Daddy from me ! He was the strongest man I knew until you came into his life. You not only ruined his life, you ruined my life and many others that loved my Dad. I will never forgive you. I can’t wait until the day comes that this world finds a cure for you and we beat the heck out of you ! You have taken to many good people ! I hate you !!! I love my Daddy so much ! Please go away and leave us alone !!!

Dear Cancer,

If I could grasp and get an understanding I really wish I could. How cancer pops out of no where, how cancer has the power to ruin my life and the life of my family. How cancer has no rhyme or reason to attack who I feel is the nicest most influential person in my life. I feel that the disease is rotting away at me. It’s rotting at my Core, rotting at my being. That cancer didn’t only kill my mother it’s killing me. It’s making me suffer, it’s making me feel numb, it makes me feel like not to celebrate or be excited about anything because we don’t know when it will come back. Cancer took away the health of my Mom. She was a roly poly individual with a full big belly and full big heart. She rotted away physically to a person I didn’t know. It made her have altered mental status during the days that I needed my Mom most. A time when I was beyond stressed out and I went into the room begging for my Mom to be there to hear about my day. And she was gone. Having no idea of who I was. I just needed my Mom. MY MOM! My Dad and my family is lost. LOST! We’re fragmenting and falling apart with no one to put us back on the path, back on the right way. I feel that I pray for the day that my death comes just to be reassured that I can see my Mom again. Not in a suicide way because I don’t believe that…. although I would have if my Mom wanted to kill herself I think I would have let her. Because then the cancer wouldn’t have won. It wouldn’t have won. Cancer made my mom’s death painful and ugly. Not peaceful, like going to sleep. She was agitated, she fought with me, my Dad and climbed and climbed out of bed. Then she began vomiting blood. Vomiting blood every where…. just when we thought it was over.

Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed. I’m tired of crying at least once a week for something I can’t change. I try to do the right things best by my mother. But at times I don’t feel like she exists with us anymore. That cancer snatched her away and I never get the chance to know or feel her again. Thanks Cancer. The only thing that ever had the capability to shock us and batter us into reality. The thing that physically sucked the life out of my Mom and the rest of us. I don’t understand. I don’t understand. And I don’t think I should have to. But I’m scared for myself and my family and my friends that cancer will invade again. Again and Again. You won I really think I’m defeated.

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