Dear Cancer, You have one name but you are so different. You have no set image but yet people know who you are. Cancer, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mouhamad Beydoun. You rudely came into my life at 24 years old with no warning. You knocked one day on my door not waiting for a welcome. You have no eyes yet see the souls of the person. I told you nicely I don’t want you in my life yet you stayed. You stayed like that unwanted abusive family member. The person that thinks they are doing good but still hurt. Cancer, you made me really bad with people by playing your trick games and making me think people were the cancer ruining me. Cancer, I’m giving you advice for the next person you touch. I know you don’t want to hear it but remember one thing – you are getting weaker. The more we talk about you, you will die. Cancer, thank you for allowing me to see my life how it was supposed to be. The journey you brought me through had a lot of ups and downs; most were bad but thank you for all the good. You taught me how to love again, you made me love a world I thought sucked. You made me see my dreams as a person. I still can’t get over the fact that you helped me find my path to radiography school. When I doubted myself, you were at your strongest. Now I am content with who I am. Thank you for giving my voice the tone it was missing.