Cancer is…

Cancer is… an uncomfortable high heel which the heel broke on, and is squeezing your baby toe

Dear Cancer, I Knew I Had to Survive

Dear Cancer, 

I hate you. You took more from me than you will ever know. There I was, newly married, thirty years old, running half marathons, when you decided to invade my body and life. I had been sick for nine months, vomiting every day and seeing doctor after doctor, and no one could figure out what was wrong with me.