Dear Cancer,

I don’t have a lot to say to you. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if I should provide you the dignity of capitalizing your name in the salutation. I’m certain I’d have better things to say if I was writing a letter to Satan himself. Most cannot agree on politics, school choices, women’s rights, healthcare, gun control, same-sex marriages, prostitution, euthanasia, or even the death penalty, but we all, wholeheartedly, profoundly agree, this world would be a better place without you.

Die bitch.

C. Janaé