thought 4 years, 3 months ago...

It's crazy that cancer wasn't a thoughtword. So I wrote it. Maybe now it will be?

Also, cancer is the ultimate betrayal by your body, growing in a way that will kill you.

Cancer seems to be such a prominent part of my life. My grandmother had it, two of my aunts have had it, my dad had it, my mom had it. I can't get away from it. It seems like it's contagious in our family. As soon as someone gets better another person catches it.

Survivors of terminal cancer have such interesting and, generally, depressing stories to tell.

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Kinda hard not to get depressed about a disease that can suck up a whole year of your life sometimes... it's much harder to try and see the ways it has made your life "better" though I try.

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Only a year? Guy I know spent the first three years of his life in hospital, and the next eight or so in and out for various side-effects. That's some harsh karma.

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Ouch... I guess in some ways I got off lucky...

That's one determined dude... I''m impressed.

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Oh cancer... you still confuse me. You ruined my body... I'm not strong or fast, or even average most of the time, you made me loose my hair, and I don't think I've lost that self-consiousness yet, and that was nigh on 15 years ago. You've scarred me, and scared me, and I'm missing a kidney. You symbolize my entire fucking childhood, that whole theme of sickness... I want to blame you for SO MUCH, but I end up blaming myself... I know I could overcome most of your aftereffects if I tried.

But, you also gave me things. You made me stronger willed, I'm a survivor after all, nothing else can phase me. I kick metaphorical ass, I act tough even when I'm not. You've made me a giver... all I want to do now is help others, especially those who know what I've been through... I've donated my hair twice now. You expanded my imagination... what more could a little girl do in bed besides dream? I am a strong beautiful woman, and I beat you down!

So why do I feel so guilty?

NEVER have I really asked why me? Never that... why NOT me really... Why the FUCK did I survive?
To give me complexes that maybe in some way I'm important? Is there really a God? If yes, why would you afflict a sweet little 5 year old girl, and do you have some purpose for me? Really?

I would have rather he'd used his "healing graces" on someone else. I feel I've misused my life here, that I've not really lived, and it annoys me.


If I had not been born, there would have been one less child to cart between broken homes... My mom would have had money enough to build the house when she planned to, and she might have even afforded a better contractor. She might have been able to help pay for my brother's school.

I've done no real good. I've done no real bad. I'm just another one of the billions of people on this earth of no great importance.

You messed up my life, and more importantly, the lives of those I love.

Fuck you cancer. Fuck you.

View Thinker #a0104e's profile thought 16 years, 4 months ago...

my friend's mother just died of cancer. he's such a brave kid.

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