Dear Mama,

You did this to us. Now some of you may be wondering what I mean by us. Have no worries. I’m here to explain.

The genetic results are in. Great news for my biological fathers side! You are in the clear! And that’s leaves me with you mama. You carry the mutant gene. Locked away in your DNA was Bone Cancer. Cancerous Brain Tumors. And the least threatening (So I thought) Skin Cancer. Well my brother Tommy got the Bone Cancer while he was a teen. My niece Kyla got the Tumors while she was tiny . Full recovery for her though! 🪩And my inheritance was this lovely Skin cancer.

Now you did something extra special for me. You unlocked a mutated skin cancer that normally will only grow on the exterior or a person, right into my ass hole. Seriously, it’s not supposed to be able to survive where it is. But it’s doing more then surviving. It’s advancing ruthlessly. It went from stage 2 to stage 3 in 2 weeks. Another 2 weeks passed and stage 4. You’ve made me a case study mother. I’m the 15th person in the world to have this bizarre killer concoction and the only one alive today with it.

Now I know you didn’t do this on purpose and you love me. That’s not the message here. But…, you did do this to us and although I hold no ill will for this twist of fate I’m pleased to say, that even in my weakened state, these challenges I’m faced with have made me stronger mentally. Stronger then the abusive Grandmother could ever make me. Even stronger then what prison molded me into.

I’m not going anywhere Mr Cancer so you better be ready to take a back seat and get ready to get you ass kicked. You’ve fucked with mine long enough.

PS. Enjoy this picture of my son wearing one of my suits that I completely drown in now