12th
An Open Letter to My Cancer
Hey Drew’s Cancer,
I’m sure you know who I am by now. I’m still getting to know you, actually. And you know what, you’re a real douche. But that’s ok. I’m not angry. Anger doesn’t solve anything.
You chose me to hang out in. Don’t know why, don’t care either.
Big mistake.
Your little friends have taken some wonderful people from us. You took my grandmother, and you tried to take my Dad. Not sure why. Don’t care either.
See, there’s a little thing that I have, that you don’t. It’s called Heart. Let me tell you a little bit about it. My heart won’t let me lose. To you, or to anything else. You can’t take my heart from me. Sure, you’ve forced me to take chemo, which will take my hair. It’ll make me sick. You’ll be giggling at me when I’m crying on my bed because my back hurts. But that’s ok. I’m going to get the last laugh :)
I don’t know exactly what you are, or how your posse decided to infiltrate my posse.
But my posse will win.
I’ll write to you from time to time, even though you can’t write back. I hope you’re afraid. And if you have some cancertwitter or canceremail, send this note to your friends:
“We are going to beat you. For good. And forever”
So enjoy this time. It won’t last. But we will.
Love,
Your worst nightmare Drew.
<3 <3 <3
