Twenty-two years ago, you tried to take me from my family and friends. You invaded my body, you made me sick, you took my hair, you scared my mom. I beat you!
Don't think I don't see you trying to creep back into my life. Over the years, you've sent your minions in the form of basal cell, squamous cell, and even melanoma, but guess what ... I keep winning!
So what makes you think you can succeed this time? I know so much more now than I knew then. Sure, my body might be slightly more damaged, a *little* older, a little slower, but it still knows how to fight, and that's enough for me!
Sure, I'll let my friend, "Doc" slice open my neck again, take out all the little lumps you're trying to use to get at me, and my guess is that you're not even strong enough to exist in my body. Let's just say you've made your way in again though ... you can't win. I've got love, knowledge, support, science, history, and did I mention love?? on my side.
No, Cancer ... let's make that "c"ancer (you don't deserve the upper case "C"), you won't win. I'm a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, and a survivor. Too many people are counting on me to hang around for a lot longer. Just crawl back under the rock from which you came and stay there. I don't need you. I don't want you. I won't let you in my life!
The Girl Who Keeps Surviving