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!Â Â Â RHONDA!Â Â Â LISA!
I hate it when someone says, â€œAll we can do is pray.â€ Well, I donâ€™t pray – I shout.
And I hate it!