I Hate Cancer: Part 1

Is it just me, or are more people being diagnosed with cancer? It seems that every week I hear of someone else I know finding out they have it. This week, I've heard about several. I'm not sure if I was just blind to it before, but I'm not anymore. Cancer is everywhere.

I hate cancer. I hate how it is hurting those close to me; putting fear, pain, doubt, and horror into their lives. I have had people in my family get it, I've seen friends battle it, and I've known people who have died from it (good and special people). It can attack your skin, your lungs, your brain, your privates, your blood . . . anywhere really. It's difficult to detect and difficult to battle. Sometimes even when you think you've killed it, it can come back. Cancer reminds me that I'm mortal and that suffering is indeed happening in this world. Whenever I hear of a friend who's been diagnosed, I'm reminded that all is not well - someone new has had their world shattered. Recently I feel like I've heard the bad news too many times. Too many times...

Does cancer scare me? Yes, yes it does - I don't want to get it and I certainly don't want any of those close to me to get it. I feel like it is robbing me and this world of some very special people. I watch even those who fight it and beat it - it changes them. I'm angry about this disease; angry, bitter, frightened, confused, enraged, and even chilled by it. I was going to write something more positive to end this off with, but instead I'm just going to focus on it and express my feelings. Perhaps there will be something more positive tomorrow.

Cancer, I hate you.