I hate cancer!

I hate that I have lost so many friends to it.

I hate that when I think of my friends with cancer today; I have to think of her, and her, and her.

That is too many, one is too many. Enough is enough.

I hate feeling helpless.

I hate that love is the only thing I am able to offer.
Being far away, I say, “I’m sending love.” But, really what I’m doing is screaming and shouting love, as loud as my voice will carry. I shout over the ocean, through the trees, at the lake, in the kitchen. Everywhere..

KIMMIE!    RHONDA!    LISA!

I hate it when someone says, “All we can do is pray.” Well, I don’t pray – I shout.

And I hate it!