To Leukemia,
I hate you.
You may suppose I’m not an articulate person because the word “hate” has lost its power in recent years and has become an overused verb. Let me assure you, in my vocabulary,”hate” still carries the full emotion and power of its original definition. I use it sparingly and reserve it only for you.
This is my recollection of events that changed my family’s life.
It was in the fall of 2007 and my mom had been sick for months. Though, every time she was questioned about it, she always had a self-diagnosis ready. My dad had torn his rotator-cuff and needed surgery in Laramie, 200 miles to the east. I had just started a new job and wasn’t comfortable enough requesting time off which meant mom had to take him. I knew she wasn’t physically well but she insisted on being his driver. I prayed the whole time they were gone that they would have a safe trip.
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