There was a day when I came here some years ago inviting all of you to share in a mutual joy and it ended with no joy. This is a difficult time for me as I once again relive that joy that ended in no joy.
It was a time that I was happy to be a survivor but at the same time sad to be one because the one so close to me was not.
It bothers me deeply of why her and not me, just as it has before then of why them and not me.
There was a day when I came here some years ago inviting all of you to share in a mutual joy and it ended with no joy. This is a difficult time for me as I once again relive that joy that ended in no joy.
It was a time that I was happy to be a survivor but at the same time sad to be one because the one so close to me was not.
It bothers me deeply of why her and not me, just as it has before then of why them and not me.
Grateful as I am for the life experience melanoma has afforded me, I hate you for what you have stolen from my being.
One day melanoma, you and I will have a final reckoning. It has been so long coming and you so have taunted me, but this day melanoma will indeed will come; and you just like me, you can not and will not avoid that day when you and I meet once and for all.
Haughty as you may be as you rear back in your chair and laughingly accept my challenge ..just remember this–one of us will die, and it might not just be me, but it may be you, you no good son or daughter of a bitch.
The main reason is that just that once, you decided to show off and I saw you. I know what you look like.
I will kill you
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