Dear Cancer,
I hate what you have done to my body and spirit. You are evil and destructive. I beat you you bastard bit you messed withy body ands mind. I sick of you the treatment to get rid of your sad ass hurt me and I still have pain and side effects. Yes I beat you and will always beat you youade me lose my. Memory and strength fuck you I’ll win
Dear Cancer,
im so tired of you cancer , im so tired . its so hard to go on i hate you and i wish you would go straight to hell and never come back . leave me alone ….leave me alone get out of my body and go cancer yourself. invade you not us people . were mothers, fathers, daughters,sons, granddaughters, grandsons, aunts ,sisters, brothers, cousins. but you cancer is nasty , mean , and dont deserve who you take or what you do to people. i hate you so much !!!!!!!!
Dear Cancer,
I hate you. You are ugly and evil and vile. You stole my mother when I was just a little girl and went 3 rounds with my sister and she kicked your ass. I want you out of me. The thought of you inside of me makes me sick, sad and angry. I hate that you make me cough. I hate that my voice no longer sounds like me. I hate that the thought of you keeps me up at night and worries my children. But I want you to know I am stronger than you. I am more determined than you. I have so much love and support on my side you should be cowering in fear, not me! You are with me for now, but not for long. With the help of my doctors, you will leave my body, and I want you to know you are not welcome back. EVER!! Screw you cancer!
Dear Cancer,
I am writing to let you know your days are numbered. You messed with the wrong momma. You may have your grubby little fingers around my son but you bit off more than you can chew when you chose mine. I will not rest until you are out of my life, which won’t be long. Have you heard of the bully all bullies are afraid of? Well, that is me and I will not stop until you are destroyed. In the process I am going to remain optimistic and you will not take me down or destroy me. You have only made me stronger. Fear what you have created.
Dear Cancer,
Dear BC,
I felt I needed to write to you to get some things off my
chest. I have, as you know, been really upset and down
lately. This is all your fault. Sorry if this sounds
harsh, but it’s fact.
For the past 2 weeks you have been so cruel and horrible
to me, you have abused my body as if it were worth
nothing.
I try to stay positive. I try to stay strong, even though
all the time you are hurting me and continue to do so. I
feel that I am constantly living in fear of you. It’s not
right and it’s not fair. You don’t care about the
devastation that you leave behind. I seem to be always
taking one step forward and 3 steps back with you.
It would be a bit easier to handle if I thought that you
really didn’t mean it, but no, you are aggresive with it
as well. You don’t care that you are hurting me, my family
and friends. Infact I have since found out that there are
more women that you do this to. Why do you do this all the time? Do you get a kick out of it?
Your sick, spiteful, selfish and downright cruel!!
Do you know what though BC? I have grown in the past 2
weeks. I have learnt to be strong, to be positive, and
while I have breath in my body I am going to fight you!
I will not lay down and just accept the way you treat me.
No more Mrs nice person, I am going to be as mean as you.
You see Dear Breast Cancer you are not going to beat me, I am going to beat you!!!
Yours
Mrs Faz
Dear Cancer,
Look into my eyes. I think you will see that fear is being replaced with Hope and a bit of Rage. If I were you I would be really , really scared.
So I have news for you: Pay close attention!
- I will not close myself in a dark room and cry with fears that you are getting close to me again.
- I will not be paralyzed just expecting you to come visit again.. .I AM FIGHTING AGAINST YOU and like Amy says… I am playing DEFENSE
- I will not longer be afraid of a move because that may mean new doctors/insurances/etc… We ARE moving … and I will show you that my fight will be better and stronger.
- I will no longer just HOPE for a cure to send you back to the ugly place you came from.. I will be actively involved in actions and organizations that have CURE CANCER on their business plans.
It ’s ok Cancer… are you scared? It is ok..
Just Bow to me and walk/stay away .. I have my life, my family that need me without having ALWAYS your stupid name coming up.
Oh ..and one more thing: remember all the weight ( literally ) that you left behind??? yes , that one from all the *shit* you had me take so I could stay alive and Kick your ass??? Oh… I am happy to tell you that that too is on its way out. I am back on my skinny jeans ( oh, skinny for me at least! 
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So Cancer… SAYONARA … bye bye…tchuss ! Go get lost ! I am seriously DONE with you.
big kiss
xo
fg
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Dear Cancer,
You snuck into my life like a thief in the night. You mutilated my body, destroyed my finances, messed with my mind, took away family and friends who couldn’t deal with you in my life anymore, you made my daughter afraid when you kept coming back because once is never enough with you; but guess what…you don’t get to win. Somewhere in my soul a candle of hope still burns and the flame gets higher everyday with the love and support I have found here. I hate you, sometimes fear you; but I will NEVER let you win.
DianaLB
Dear Cancer,
Getting a cancer diagnosis is probably one of the most devastating things a person has to experience. I can only imagine what a person who has heard the words, “You’ve got cancer.” must feel, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sympathize with the situation and tell you that I love you.
You read all of the time about people telling you how to cope with cancer and what your treatment options are, so I’m not going to do that. What I am going to do is to tell you that you are on my heart and on my mind, and I promise to say a prayer for you every day that you will be strengthened by this journey you’re on.
My father, Willie, was having some issues with his stomach late last year. His doctors believed he had some blockage in his intestines, so they decided to do surgery to see what they could find. Well, they found something, and what they found was not promising. Daddy had a cancerous tumor that was blocking his colon.
I remember vividly sitting in the waiting room during his surgery and the doctor coming out, stone-faced, and I stood to my feet. We were expecting to hear that his surgery had gone well and the blockage had been removed. Dr. Ward looked us squarely in the eyes and said, “We’ve found cancer.” My stepmother immediately started crying, but not me.
If there is one thing I know, I know that God is able. And as if that weren’t already enough, I know my dad is a trooper. I instantly thought that if anyone could get the diagnosis and beat it, surely, it was him. We affectionately call him “The Bull” because of his rough and tough exterior, but inside he’s just a sweet little pony. (smile)
I can’t say that my heart didn’t skip a beat when the doctor told us the news, but I can tell you a few things grounded me in that instance. First, my faith. Then, my love for my dad and his zest for life.
I didn’t flinch as I asked the physician, “So, what’s next?” He said, “Well, I believe I’ve removed all of it, and it doesn’t look like it has spread. But, we won’t know for sure until we receive the tests back from the lymph nodes we took in the surrounding area. That could take up to a week.” Then, he reassured us Daddy was doing well from surgery and was in recovery.
I’m happy to say The Bull’s story ends well. The cancer hadn’t spread, and he would be fine. But had his tummy not been bothering him, we probably would have not known cancer was alive and well inside his body until it was too late.
I know everyone’s story doesn’t end like his. And I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad if your experience isn’t looking like it will end well. What I do want to offer you is hope. Hope and belief that even if cancer costs you your life, that other good things may come from it like how something like this pulls and welds families together.
So, if you’re living with cancer or experienced it the way I have, through a loved one, a diagnosis doesn’t have to be the end. Everything happens for a reason. Whatever season you’re in with this disease, please know that my heart goes out to you.
And please also know that just as I ached for my father’s well-being, I ache for yours. My prayer is that a cure will be found to stave off this disease once and for all. But until it is discovered, take heart that someone out there loves you and is praying on your behalf. May God bless you and your family as you navigate the rough waters of a cancer diagnosis. I love you. Take care.
Dear Cancer,
You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you win. I’m still here and I’m gonna fight you like you wouldn’t believe. There are millions that have faced you before and won and I will be one of them. I know that you are beatable and I will do everything in my power to beat you. I have countless people to support me and they mean so much to me that we are going to beat you. So, I hope you’re ready for a battle because I am bringing everything I got to fight you. I’ll talk to every doctor in the world if I have to, and I’ll spend every minute of my time finding ways to improve my health and get you out. Have you seen what hospitals have lately — you’re gonna be gone.
Bye!!!
Dear Cancer,
I hate you. You have taken away so many people I love and you have taken my breasts and my innocence and my belief in my own good health and longevity. I’ll never forgive you for that. I hate you, hate you, hate you.
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.
