Dear Cancer

Dear Cancer,
I'm sorry but I'm breaking up with you. Things have never been right since a piece of you left me to hang out with your mates down at the lab. Since that day I've found out so much more about you, about who you really are, and quite frankly I don't like you anymore.
Yeah it started out ok, we hung out in hospitals but then you just became too controlling. You messed with my mind and at one point you were all I could think about and your obsession with my tit was quite frankly disturbing.
You started dictating how I should have my hair but I'm sorry, this is my body, I'll make the decisions. That is why I've already cut my hair short and in a few weeks I'm going to shave the whole lot off. My hair, my terms.
I've become scared of you and I've lost all respect for you. I know you and your best friend chemo will try and gang up on me over the next few months but I'm ready and prepared. I've also got a plan myself and soon chemo will be on my side.
I know you will find this hard to accept and I've no doubt that you will put up a fight to try and stay with me but I'm sorry, you won't win. Do your worst, pin me down. I challenge you. I have support and love on my side. You don't stand a chance.
If I am honest I will probably never stop thinking about you but I think we both know this just isnt healthy.
I hope I never have to see your miserable little face again. You make me sick.

Lorna