That was the prompt.

I am a god. I have minions, worshippers, followers. Vast sums of money are spent fighting me, but with my first step into your body, I have won. I will make you my slave and/or kill you.

Once I am in your life, you will never forget me. Even if I take little from you, you and all you love will live in fear of me.

But there is another side to me. I am not a god. You made me so. I am normal, like diabetes or high blood pressure. Just like them, some can live with me and some can't. I come from stress, it makes me stronger. You made the stress. Unmake it and live with me. It is tiresome being a god. Walk with me, hold my hand, and instead of fear, learn to walk in beauty. 

That was the prompt, write in the voice of cancer. Like most days at this group, I was angry with its sing-song femininity and I decided my response would be different. I started with cancer personified as a god, powerful, strong and deadly. And then I didn't want my cancer to be that way, so instead it became a friend, someone with whom I could tolerate spending the rest of my life, someone who understood the perils of being "superman."

Imagine cancer being my best supporter. Go figure.