And here's the thing, I don't really hate much of anything or anyone. I'm not a person that is big on strong negative emotions like that.
But cancer... I can't even tell you how much I loathe it.
I'm sure you're wondering, where the heck did this come from????
Well, yesterday I found out that someone I know has lukemia. This man is the father of one of my best friends from high school. He's one of those genuinely wonderful people that, even though I haven't seen him in 5+ years, I still adore him. My memories of he, his wife and my friend are some of my fondest from high school.
Her parents were always there. They never judged. And their form of "advice" was to ask questions until you realized the answers yourself. They are absolutely wonderful people.
And it just makes me so angry that yet another person that I care about has been affected by this disease.
My mother would tell me that anger is a wasted emotion. To be angry with something or someone is to give it power. And I hate to give cancer any more power in my life.
And yet, I know what lies ahead for this funny, quiet, gentle man. It brings tears to my eyes. Tears of sorrow that he has to battle this same demon in a different form. His battle will be even more intense than my own.
More than anything, it makes me wish cancer would go away. I wish some genius out there would find a way to kill it. Permenantly. To destroy this disease so I no longer have to fear it. So I no longer have to fear for those I love. So I no longer have to hate anything.
For now, I guess I will simply keep praying. I'll pray for my friend, her family and her father. I'll pray for my own peace of mind. And I'll pray hardest for a cure.