Cancer,
You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? It’s bad enough that you took my Mom-Mom from me. And my Pa. And Aunt Mary R. And you’ve taken at least 3 of my aunts’ breasts. And then? You attacked my friend John’s baby who wasn’t even a year old yet. And now this.
Salivary gland cancer? For real? What the fuck is that?
So, OK, you’re not thyroid cancer. Instead, you’re a rare form of cancer that hardly anyone gets and then you spread to the thyroid, trachea, and vocal cords.
What is the matter with you? Why must you be so awful?
Basically they’re going to have to take out his thyroid, trachea, the whole shebang.
I could excuse maybe, if he was old. I could understand maybe, if he had led an unhealthy lifestyle and smoked or ate all fatty fried foods. But he’s young. He’s vegetarian and eats all organic foods. No sugar. Very little salt. And now they’re going to have to take out basically his whole throat because you felt the need to thrive in a perfectly healthy body.
His whole throat, asshole. You know what that means? It means he won’t be able to talk. That’s practically his whole being right there. He’s a teacher. That’s what he does. He talks, he lectures, he advises. Making him Robo-Doc is not clever. That’s it, isn’t it? You think you’re clever and cute all, "Look at me, no one can find a cure for me and I’m ironic!"
I hate you. I HATE YOU. Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you, your mom, and the horse you rode in on. I’m officially declaring jihad on you.
8K
You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? It’s bad enough that you took my Mom-Mom from me. And my Pa. And Aunt Mary R. And you’ve taken at least 3 of my aunts’ breasts. And then? You attacked my friend John’s baby who wasn’t even a year old yet. And now this.
Salivary gland cancer? For real? What the fuck is that?
So, OK, you’re not thyroid cancer. Instead, you’re a rare form of cancer that hardly anyone gets and then you spread to the thyroid, trachea, and vocal cords.
What is the matter with you? Why must you be so awful?
Basically they’re going to have to take out his thyroid, trachea, the whole shebang.
I could excuse maybe, if he was old. I could understand maybe, if he had led an unhealthy lifestyle and smoked or ate all fatty fried foods. But he’s young. He’s vegetarian and eats all organic foods. No sugar. Very little salt. And now they’re going to have to take out basically his whole throat because you felt the need to thrive in a perfectly healthy body.
His whole throat, asshole. You know what that means? It means he won’t be able to talk. That’s practically his whole being right there. He’s a teacher. That’s what he does. He talks, he lectures, he advises. Making him Robo-Doc is not clever. That’s it, isn’t it? You think you’re clever and cute all, "Look at me, no one can find a cure for me and I’m ironic!"
I hate you. I HATE YOU. Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you, your mom, and the horse you rode in on. I’m officially declaring jihad on you.
8K
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2 Comments:
((((((hugs)))))
We need a MSTie night, stat.
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