fuck cancer

Praying for my friend last night, that was one of the thoughts going through my mind. When she originally told me she had cancer, my first thought was "what the fuck!". That response was sort of a prayer, a prayer in a sense where I know God hears my thoughts and that was my only thought.
Since then I've had some time to meditate and my foul language has evolved. Cancer is trying to kill two of my dear friends. I have already lost two uncles and one aunt to this disease. Cancer is the biggest enemy in my life right now. I hate what it is trying to do. It thinks it is strong but it is not stronger then my friends. It smells of death but it is not clever. It has been overcome. Jesus' death on the cross gave it the finger.