Stupid Cancer!

Let's just say, I'm not a fan. Warning: Copious use of colorful language.

Am I so damn tired all of the time because of cancer?

Is my dishwasher not cleaning the dishes properly because of cancer?

Am I sleeping 9 to 10 hours a night because of cancer?

Are my dining room chairs covered in cat hair because of cancer?

 

Stupid cancer!

 

Am I bleeding from all those scratches because of cancer?

Is this a rainy day with high winds and whipping gusts because of cancer?

Are these the only candidates to be found in the RNC because of cancer?

Did they lose my prescription at the pharmacy because of cancer?

 

Stupid cancer!

 

Am I getting all these weird infections because of cancer?

Does my cat spend more time in my husband's lap because of cancer?

Are the unreachable lights burned out in the foyer because of cancer?

Do I lack motivation to do much of anything because of cancer?

 

Stupidmotherfuckingscrewyoudamnedpieceofshitassholecancer! 

 

Ahhhhhhh, NOW I feel better.

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Barbara L. Brown

Author's Note

About that last line, I know it may seem in appropriate, but that's how I feel. It is my truth. I'm pisssssssssssssed about having Leukemia. I don't even have any grandchildren yet! Rude! That's okay, I'm in it for the long haul. SAVE THE COCKROACHES!!!!