Cancer
I've expressed my hatred to cancer to my friends many times before, but with little to no explanation. The disease is not a battle that I have personally had to fight nor one afflicting a loved one. From where, then, does this animosity spring? And it is animosity. It is anger. Every time I see a child, barely able to walk, and bald from chemotherapy I am swallowed in sadness and then regurgitated on the floor by hatred. Hatred for this disease which is so prevalent, so insidious and so blind. The best I can do is call the Red Cross and schedule a plateletpheresis appointment.
I suppose that a lot of my anger stems from the fear that a person I care for will fall victim to cancer. The people whom I care for I care for so very much; it is difficult to say what I wouldn't do for them. And the thing is, I would be so powerless to help them.
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I understand how you feel, though I just lost someone very dear to me because of this cursed thing called cancer.
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