Stare the monster down
Today I feel violent.
Not towards any person, but towards my cancer.
If I was on a battlefield I would draw my sword and charge.
I will fight my enemy until I am the only one left standing.
Cancer will die. I will not.
I feel it rising up on the inside of me… like a high pressure gas pipe with nowhere to go but up and out. I can’t explain it but I know this battle is already won. The outcome is a foregone conclusion. There are angel armies lined up behind me to bring down
the full force of Heaven on cancer’s doorstep.
Come and get some, cancer…. I’m right here. It will be the last thing you ever do.