Dear Cancer,

Your name will haunt me until the day I die. I hate you with every ounce of my 110-pound being. You rip families apart, tear down the brave souls who are unfortunate enough to be diagnosed with you and will forever be a heartbreaking word.

I will never stop hating you. You're a coward, a bully, a killer. You threaten and destroy the lives of hundreds of thousands, but you never back down. And when you do, you come back with a vengeance, ready to do worse than the first time around. You've taken so much from me, from other grandchildren, sons and daughters, moms and dads.

You're ruthless and don't even look back on the effect you have on the world. You take people from this earth far too soon, maybe even before they got to be who they wanted to be. Your name is one of the most hated words I can think of. Your name destroys lives even with the slightest mumble.

I'll never be able to forgive you, Cancer, for the pain you've caused me and my family. I'll never be able to forgive you for forming cells in my own body and making me fear for the foreseeable future, along with the potential you have to ruin my life- again. You'll unfortunately always be an unwelcome guest in my life, body, and mind.

I know it isn't only me when I say the world would be a better place without you. Without you, there would be more happiness in the world, more love, and more light.

With so much money being poured into how to get rid of you once and for all, I hope and pray the day that you cease to exist comes sooner rather than later. But Cancer, just know that while you may take the ones we love away- you didn't beat them. They beat you. We'll all fight and keep fighting until you grow cold and nonexistent. You'll never win, Cancer.

Here's to hoping we never meet again.