I have to admit that every time I watch one of the Harry Potter movies, I can’t help but correlate cancer with the whole reference of “He who must not be named.”
I’ve seen it time-and-time again where we reference cancer as the “c-word”, as if we’re afraid that by saying the name, we relinquish some part of ourselves to the disease. Maybe deep down we think it equates the same response as saying “Lord Voldemort”, I can see that.
Both are ruthless. Both would torture you and your loved ones before taking your life mercilessly at the end. Both leave devastation in their wake. Lastly, both are hard to defeat, but it can be done.
Our attitude about this disease has to change. Instead of being afraid or dreadful of what lies ahead, we need to get angry; foot-stomping, red-faced, ass-kicking mad.
I’ve personally started an “I HATE CANCER” attitude. Every time someone or something makes me angry, I’m taking my rage out on cancer. I’m done pussy-footing around this scourge.
I feel the cure for cancer is just around the corner. In the meantime, I ain’t giving in to “Lord Voldemort” any more.
Let’s put it in its place. Yell the name in disgust. I’m gonna make a voodoo doll and by George (by the way, who is George?), its name will be CANCER. I’m gonna torture that doll until cancer gives up.
In the name of all our loved ones, both furry and furless, let’s put cancer where it belongs; under our heel as we grind it into extinction. Get mad and take no prisoners. It’s time to get even.
“TAKE THAT YOU PIECE OF CRAP-CANCER!”