I hate you! You are evil, sneaky, ugly, and cruel. You hide yourself til it is too late. You took my beloved husband, Gene. You took my “Honey Bunny”, my life, my best friend, my lover. You took my happiness away from me and made him suffer. You are the devil incarnate.
Just when he started to feel a little better after all the radiation and chemotherapy, you decided to take him down once and for all. You robbed us of everything. We never got to say good bye to each other. Gene was on a ventilator most of his last two weeks on this earth. Also, he was sedated most of the time. When he did wake up, he was scared and angry. He never wanted anyone to see him like that. Finally, he could fight no longer because you took over full force. You invaded his lungs to the point where he could never improve. I had to give him permission to go with God. He was so worried about me and how I would fare without him. I told him that I would be okay and that I loved him. He went quietly.

You may have won that battle, cancer, but there are strides of hope out there to beat you out of existence!
Then we can all say “Good riddance!”