Someone tried to report me for something I didn't do.

Moments ago, I was playing with a person on my team, who in the queue for the previous game, tried giving away the lane I was chosen to play in to someone else, despite my objections, though someone dodge that queue. The next queue, I had gotten them on my team once again, and during the game they, instead of helping the team, as they were the support, just farmed in the jungle most of the game. Frustrated at this, I started to clear the camps so to force them to stop farming in the jungle, but instead they would go to the enemy jungle to farm. Now more frustrated at them, as they didn't help the team in team fights, I began to tell the enemy team whenever the person was in their jungle when they didn't help during a team fight. After the game, they began saying I had said that that I hoped that their family got cancer, which I did no such thing, as someone who actually has family members that have cancer, I don't wish for anyone to have, or even get cancer, as it is a disease that isn't just horrible to get, it's also horrible to have someone you love and care about to get the disease, forcing you to watch helplessly as that once vibrant person slowly wastes away before you, hoping that the therapy that they're going through will make them better, but when you find out that the therapy didn't work, and that their cancer is terminal, it's just gut wrenching. When I found out that my great uncle was diagnosed with colon cancer, I was in all honesty a terrifying experience, but back then I thought he would be okay, thinking that they had caught it early enough that he could go through chemotherapy to cure him. While he was on chemotherapy, I visited him, and every time that I did, he was thinner and thinner, slowly wasting away everyday that passed. Eventually the doctors told my family that the chemotherapy didn't work, and that my uncle's cancer became terminal, that there was nothing they could do. I suffer from depression, and anger issues, so when I found out, I was angry. I was angry at the doctors for not discovering the cancer sooner. I was angry at the people who made the chemotherapy drugs for not making the drugs better. But most of all, I was angry at myself for not being able to do anything to help him. I visited more often after that, hoping, just hoping that he would come through it, that the cancer would, by some miracle, the cancer would go away. When I found out that he died, I felt so hollow inside, like something inside of me just disappeared.

I don't really care that they falsely reported me, but I do care that they had accused me of saying that I had hoped that their family gets cancer. As someone who has had a loved one taken away from them by cancer, I wouldn't wish anyone to experience the loss that I felt when my uncle died from it, no matter who they are.