You know, I’ve seen quite enough of you in my circle of friends, family, and co-workers. Some nerve you’ve got showing up around here again.
If only I knew the right caliber to use on you, I would hunt you down. Instead, I’ll trust the doctors to help her out.
But you? I wish you’d die in a fire already. Fuck you.
Hear hear! Fuck cancer.
Saturday morning we bury my wife's aunt, who passed at age 58 after a 2-year fight with ovarian cancer. Today I got an email from my father saying that my grandfather was diagnosed with stage 4 liver and pancreatic cancer, and has around 6 months to live.
Yeah, fuck cancer.