A Letter From Cancer Himself

Hello.

Come on, you remember me don't you?

I visited your grandfather a many years ago, when you were little.

You know, how you stayed for hours in that hospital room that day, waiting with the slightest bit of hope that he would wake up. But hey, only one of us could survive. Can't blame me, right?

I've come to inform you of this disease currently eating away at your life, which, is me of course. Don't worry, by the time you're reading this I'll already be rooted in your bones, a wasp in your brain, an ache your chest. How sad.

And just like your grandfather, they think they can just cut me out, put a bandage on it and hope I don't come back.

But I always will, and you know it well.

I don't understand why you keep trying to get rid of me, you're only slowing the inevitable.

And in your last moments, you'll appreciate me. For all that you were, and all that you weren't. All the opportunities you

You are nothing without me.

Having said that,

Die with me.