Dear Cancer,
I know what you want. I know you want me to curl up and cry and just give up. There will be days when I do that, but they will be limited. For each day I have where I curl up and cry I’ll have another 2 days where I am rejuvenated to beat you.
You snuck into my life and have tried to make yourself part of it. You’re not my friend, you’re not my family, you do not get to
decide how I live my life. You’re a pest, a nuisance, and an unwelcome tenant.
The problem for you is this is not your decision. This is still my body. No matter how much you might like to disagree. I thought I made this clear to you twice before. You can keep coming back and I’ll keep telling you to go fuck yourself. You can make it as hard as you want, but the harder you try, the harder I’ll fight.
I’m not gonna do the job for you. You’ll have to literally kill me before this is over, and you might. But the lines have been drawn and I’m gonna keep crossing the ones you draw until I can’t.
This is your 3rd eviction notice.
Your host,
John Petrovick
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5 comments:
You are AWESOME!!! If I were cancer I would have just shit my pants.
Yeah John, Kick it's ass!
xoxoxo
¡Bravo Petro!This is the only way you can beat Glioblastoma. I'm sure you are going to win. CONGRATULLATIONS.
Gilda
You are amazing John. I really think that you should write a book with all of your blogs. It would sell millions and inspire billions. Keep up the strong faith!
Love from the Mona clan!!
I know you think Tom Brady and the Pats are ALL THAT, but I happen to disagree! I think you are ALL THAT AND a bag of Cape Cod chips! Keep up the good fight! We believe in you! Hugs, Dede and the rest of the McMenamys!
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