It was June, 2014. Winter! Cool, but not cold. Or not as cold as you might expect anyway, when our guest arrived. There was no knock on the door, and no excitement at his arrival. Shock! There was shock. There was anger, some confusion and frustration too. He didn’t care. He was everywhere.
Everytime I turn around he’s there. Sometimes I feel like he is smothering us. I hate him. I hate him for still being here and I want him to leave. He won’t go. Quietly, without saying a word, he threatens my family. We jump when he says jump, even though he steals from us. He took our comfortable life. Our carefree existence –he came and all that left.
It is my husband that has paid the highest price for him being here. Try as we do, we just can’t seem to make Cancer leave. I want to scream at him at the top of my lungs, F@*k Off, we don’t want you here. Sometimes I do, and still he stays.
We are not afraid of him, the least not my husband and he has lost the most. Not even when this uninvited, unwelcome and unwanted guest threw everything he could at us and took even more, did we choose to fear him. We won’t give him that.
We can not rid ourselves of this unwanted leech, this guest from hell. The only thing left to do is live with him. So we do.