Cancer is the one motherfucker that never clocks out. It doesn’t care how good you are, how careful you’ve been, how much you’ve already survived. It just shows up like a goddam wrecking ball and dares you to pretend this is normal. I’m fucking sick of it. I’m sick of watching people I love get blindsided by a piece of shit disease that feels like it’s everywhere, all the time, creeping into every family like some kind of outrageous cosmic joke.
We talk about cancer like it’s a statistic, like it’s a chart, like it’s a ribbon color. But when it hits your circle, it’s not a number, it’s a gut punch. It’s fear. It’s rage. It’s the helplessness of knowing that even with all our medical advances of the last motherfucking century, all our research, all our awareness campaigns, this thing still keeps taking swings at the people who deserve it the least.
And I’m tired. Tired of pretending to be calm. Tired of acting like this is just part of life. Tired of watching strong, brilliant, irreplaceable people get dragged into a fight they never fucking asked for...
I am so goddamm sick of cancer barging into people’s lives like it owns the place. This miserable, parasitic bastard shows up uninvited, wrecks everything, and somehow we’re all supposed to just nod along like, “Yeah, that’s life.” No. FUCK that. FUCK cancer. I’m done pretending this fucked up and hellacious nightmare is normal.
Cancer doesn’t discriminate, it just hunts. It tears through families, friendships, entire futures, and it does it without a shred of mercy. Every time someone I care about gets hit, it feels like the universe is throwing another brick at my face and daring me to stay calm. I’m not calm. I’m furious. I’m exhausted. I’m DONE watching this cocksucking disease take swings at people who deserve peace, joy, and a goddamn break.
We have pink awareness ribbons, charity walks, inspirational slogans, and meanwhile cancer keeps steamrolling people like it’s collecting trophies. I don’t want another useless ribbon. I want this disease fucking obliterated. I want it KILLED. I want research funded like it’s the national emergency it IS. I want treatments that don’t feel like torture. I want early detection that actually catches the shit before it detonates someone’s life.
Cancer doesn’t get to win quietly. It doesn’t get to slip in and out of our lives without being called what it is: a ruthless, piece of shit, indiscriminate thief. And I’m done being polite about it. I want better treatments, faster diagnoses, more research, more funding, more urgency. I want a world where cancer isn’t a guaranteed chapter in every family’s story.
Until then, I’ll stay pissed. Because anger means I haven’t accepted this. Anger means I still believe we can do better. Anger means cancer hasn’t fucking beaten us, not yet it hasn't!
Cancer is a thief, a bully, a relentless piece of shit that has taken too fucking much from too fucking many. And I refuse to be polite about it. I refuse to accept it as inevitable. I refuse to let this asshole of a disease keep winning without screaming back.
FUCK cancer. Loudly. Repeatedly. Forever.
I have known too many people who have passed from cancer. I have a family member currently battling her fifth round of cancer. Its not fair. Stay pissed friend!
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