I have tried to teach my siblings not to detest insult or berate, but I cannot follow my own advice when I am filled with so much hate. You are slowly stealing my father and though some that this is God's will those words will never stop me from despising you, still. Yes I hate you, cancer like I've hated nothing else before. I've cried so much, my eyes are dry for tears... there are no more. If only I could fight you, my anger alone could win the bout. I would crush you down to ashes until 'surrender' you would shout. And if you were a mighty tree I would destroy you limb by limb until you swore to put an end to all the pain you're causing him. What gives you the right? What gives you the power? Just who do you think you are? You have no feelings or compassion. You personify evil, you are wicked and cruel. You trhive on on other's sorrow like cars run on fuel. You are forever my enemy, my nemesis, my foe. But before you take my dad there is something yu should know. He hasn't relinquished his dignity. His inner strength shall persevere. And you'll never have the satisfaction of realising his fear. Because if you had a face he would look you straight in the eye and he'd say to you what he said to me, that he's not afraid to die. You may have chosen his last day and though he may be near it, your power has its limitations because you never break his spirits!!