Day Three -- It's Melting

I keep hearing the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz saying, "I'm melting, I'm melting," but it's not her I envision but the tumors within my lymph nodes.  And as they're being eradicated, they're lashing-out for one final flare before they blaze out.  I don't expect them to go meekly or calmly, and that's okay.  I'm stronger than they are.  So melt, you bastards.  This body isn't big enough for all of us, and I was here first.