Don’t talk to me about options.
When I say kill the cancer, I mean I want it dead.
Slash it, burn it, poison it without mercy
without stopping to sweep the hair from the floor
or scrub the red from the sheets. I don’t care
about the tumor’s grade and stage. Knock it down
to nothing the way people who see me coming do
turning from my limp and my lash-less gaze
blind to what it costs me to stay here.
--Live Through This