Dear Cancer,
You took my hair. You took my boobs. You took any sense of regularity I had, and because chemo likes to kill my blood cells, you inadvertently took those as well. But let's be clear: you will not take my love for Taco Bell Fruitistas. You will not take my desire to see good in the world, and you certainly won't take from me my outlook.
Thank you for your time.
~me
