pathetic - absolutely pathetic.
Okay, so I vomited four times last night. But, you know what? I grinned through it all. Want to know why? Because every time I threw up, I knew that whatever this poison is doing to me, it is killing you. That poison is circulating around your cells, crushing your tentacles into my flesh and making you withdraw. Time for YOU to realise what having cancer is like. Actually, time for you to realise that you picked the wrong victim because this collection of cells here is going to fight you every step of the way. And guess what, I am not a victim. Nope, this here collection of tissue is a hero, and you and your pathetic bunch of replicating cells are going to be the victims, scuttling out of my body like rats down a pipe.
Go on, do your worst - make me sick, make me feel constantly nauseous, make me tired, but you aren't going to kill me. Nope, that privilege is reserved for you, because I am going to kill you, make no mistake about it. I am going to delight in seeing you shrivel, seeing you shrink and seeing you slide into nothingness, and guess what? No one is going to remember you, no one is going to mourn for you and I am going to open the most wonderful bottle of champagne when I hear those wonderful words that trumpet to the world of your demise and my triumph. ALL CLEAR!
I feel the liquid searing through my veins, I picture in my head the hordes of attacking poisons charging your non-existent defences, and feel hard pressed to keep the grin off my face.
You have so picked the wrong person this time.