Dear Cancer, Enough is Enough

Dear Cancer,

If I were to write a letter to cancer, where would I start. Well guess what, I started.

To Cancer, the big C word that causes the most amount of panic in a person. You often hear of someone dying from Cancer on a regular basis but when it hits you, you are the most confused person out there. I can still hear the words echoing in my head, “You have breast cancer” in October 2018.

How do you even begin to process, what was just said to you? I was in shock; I even asked the doctor if he was sure of the results. I thought to myself that he had the wrong test results in his hand, and he mixed up the patient’s names. No way, that could have been me. I ran out of the room and cried in the washroom. A kind nurse had to pull me out. Even after seven years, it still feels like yesterday, the horror and pain.

It took me a while to process my emotions that day. I felt as though it was all a bad dream, and I would wake up the next day. So, the next morning, I woke up to my horror, yesterday was not a dream at all. In one day’s, time my life was just turned upside down. The hardest part for me was telling my baby brother, after we lost our mother and grandmother to Cancer. I was not sure how he would have reacted to the news.
I made my dad do it, lol. My Dad took it well. I think he grew accustomed to this news by now. He was and still is my biggest supporter. I just can’t imagine my life without him. On the phone, he said it’s going to be okay. This was my comfort throughout my entire cancer ordeal.

So Dear Cancer, how do I begin to explain how your words ruined my life. I had plans, dreams, wishes now what do I do with this nightmare? Are you a curse or a secret blessing? So many loved ones died because of you. At the beginning, I cursed you bitterly. Then I praised you because you taught me how to be strong. You taught me boldness, fearlessness and at the same time, you gave me the courage to face my worst fears.

Because of you, I am strong now. I didn’t even realize that I had all this internal strength to face the mighty Cancer. If someone from the future would have told me that I survived Breast Cancer, I would have laughed or call the police, either or, lol. Oh yes, what a joke my life has been for the past seven years. In 2025, I am still recovering, will it ever end? I still cry at times hoping the pain would go away but it doesn’t. Each time I hear recurrence, I shake.

So, whilst I healed physically, I still struggle mentally. The memories are still in my head. So Dear Cancer, please it’s time to leave me alone now. I had enough and enough is enough. The End!