To my chosen few

What does being in a sorority really mean?  Some might think its pillow fights and parties.  Beer bongs and skipping class.  Frat guys and secret stuff.  If you ask me, being a part of greek life means sisterhood.  The Alpha Gamma Delta Purpose reads, "To cherish friendships with but a chosen few, and to study the perfecting of those friendships." Sisterhood is the basis of greek life.  It is the glue that holds us together.  It is what most seek when rushing a sorority.

We sometimes get caught up in life.  I get it.  Adulting is hard stuff.  But, when we loose sight of what makes us greek women, we become unbalanced.  Sisterhood is the one thing that binds us as sisters.  No badge, song, ceremony, or white dress can deem you a sister if you are not all of the things sisterhood entails. 

Sisterhood means going to lunch dates.  Picking her up at 2 am off the side of the road because her friend left her at the bar.  Surprising her with ice cream when she's had a bad day.  Reminding her to pay her dues.  Borrowing her clothes.  Always having someone to take countless pics with.  Late night group message convos.  Supporting her when she is fighting with her roommate.  Making her show up to events so she won't get fined.  Being able to tell her your deepest darkest secrets.  Always having a date to the date party. 

To be honest, sisterhood means more than I can type.  The only word that comes close to describing what sisterhood truly means is the purest and truest love. 

I realize now, as I write this that only Alpha Gams may fully understand what I am saying but I hope that everyone will learn something from this.   Being in a sorority isn't the stereotypical experience for everyone.  I have felt nothing but unconditional love and support from my sisters.  I am thankful everyday that I am lucky enough to be a part of this amazing sisterhood.  

An open letter to cancer

Dear Cancer,

You suck.  You are the most deceiving, condescending, sneaky, two-faced being I know.  You take innocent lives every day and release yourself from others.  How do you choose who you affect?

I have seen your mark on many who I love.  It kills me to watch a loved one go from a thriving mother of three who is kind and cheerful to bed bound and defeated.  You broke her down bit by bit for years.  She was too strong.  She fought you with every ounce of energy she had until you sucked the life out of her.  You.  You did this. You killed her slowly.  You put her through hell and back. Made her family watch, helplessly, as she declined again and again.  You made her reliant on medication and treatment for breath.  You made her miss out on many years of her children's lives. You took her away from her family.  Forever.  How could you do that?

On the same day you took her life, you released his.  He has been fighting you off and on for years. He was told he had two months left.... two years ago.  He pulled out a miracle and beat you once.  He has devoted his life to fight you.  He suffered chemotherapy, radiation, and multiple high-risk surgeries.  He is alone is his efforts.  His support system is lacking but that does not waver his strength.  You gave in.  Again.  You released him from his efforts and let him rebuild himself.  He is working again and happier than ever.  How did you do that?  How did you leave him after the doctors said you were there to stay?  How did you defy the odds and give him more time on this earth?

I sincerely hate you for everything you do and stand for.  You push people to their limits, physically and mentally.  Then you decide.  Stay? Go?  In the blink of an eye, in just one positive test, you destroy a life. I will never begin to understand your ways but I am begging you to stop.  Stop affecting the ones I love.  Stop pushing them to their breaking point.  Stop torturing their families. Stop lurking around the corner.  Stop being a possibility for anyone.

You better watch your back because one day, we will end you.