Cancer is completely indifferent to 5K beat cancer runs
    and pink fight cancer ribbons and fervent prayers and
    candle lighting and novenas and incense and myrrh.
    Cancer has no hate or love for us. We're their Earth.

    Chemo wasn't a walk in the park nor walking on hot coals.
    "good days and bad". It was managed. The "cure" is ironic.
    Bring the patient near death. **** the cells, good and bad.
    Let the body recover and scan to look for dead tumors. :-)

    In Cancerville we all have ports to pump us with chemo.
    Pour in the heavy metals and Mustard gas derivatives.
    We all puke and **** accidentally. Think of your worst
    hangover times 10. Oddly we want to continue to live on.

    Time crawls at a snail's pace in Cancerville; wait and despair.
    MRI's and Scans and blood work. Expecting the worst always!
    Cancerville is a casino where you can only bet your life.
    It's a game of chance in Cancerville. Bets against the house.