Yes what they say is all true,

Cancer sucks and takes too much from you

I have fought cancer four times

As a single mom of two girls,

easy things like reading them a book

Stole my breath away,

"it's the treatments they would say"

Scared I would not wake,

to see them the next day

Scratch that No God I'm here to stay!

My kids need me too much

Stage 2 oh I got this

Stage 3 two times took its toll

Oh Lordy No!

All three of my babies need their momma,

so No I won't go

(Im pregnant with baby #3)

The last round of cancer almost killed me and my unborn son.

Chemotherapy and radiation do such horrible things to your system

As a single mom my kids,

pushed me forward

They were my ultimate reward!

I can't have anymore kids,

Unfortunately the cancer took that from me

All the fighting was worth it,

but losing all your hair is no fun

Now we live our lives,

cause they have just begun

There is a cancer in my soul

A black spot dwelling

Where my heart should be

It was planted

Long ago

By seeds of doubt that still sprout

In my mind.

People always say that cancer sucks

And I agree,

But most don't know what it's like

To have cancer of the mind

Growing in your soul

Every day the oil

Spreads through my milky white

Conscience

And it grows and grows

Until I don't have much

Conscience

Left.

I thought nothing could stop it,

That I was stuck with this parasite

But it turns out this cancer has a cure.

You.

You cut it out of me

Shrunk it with a radiation treatment called love

And for the longest time,

I refused to hope

Never dared to let optimism destroy me.

But today the planet of pain

In my scarred, twisted heart

Has shrunk,

Even smaller than when

I first found it.

A black marble

Tucked away in my pocket

A reminder

That hope isn't a curse

That everything can be fixed

That I can be fixed.

No.

That I was never broken

In the first place

Because we all have cancer in our soul

It's up to us

To find the treatment we need

To survive.

And without you,

I would never know

How to live.

She wished

for death.

That would

make it all

so much easier.

For her, for them,

for him.

Her illness was

terminal.

Chemo stopped

doing its job.

She was going

to die.

But they still

held on,

IV cords

tethering her

to reality

when all she wanted

was to fade away.

They held on.

Too scared, too sad,

to let go.

But she was ready.

She was ready to go.

And so one day,

when she woke up

to Death

sitting at her bed,

she wasn't scared.

She was glad.

No more bills,

no more cords,

no more food through

a straw,

no more pain,

no more drugs,

no more wasted time.

But Death looked at her

and said

"In all of your pain,

in all of your strife,

in all of your agony,

you've found the meaning

of life.

You've learned that

it's not about who you are

or what you do.

It's not about the years

you've lived, or

the deeds you've done.

It's about the people you touch,

the people you inspire,

and the ones you love."

And Death reached out to grab

the little girls hand.

And he said:

"Child, do you know

who you've inspired?"

And she did not know.

And he said

"Then I think

it's time

for you to head on back

and inspire someone."

"What do

you mean?"

The girl asked.

"I mean that it's not your time

yet.

There's still time

for you to

inspire someone.

To inject some meaning

into someone's life.

Congratulations,"

Death said.

"Your illness isn't

terminal."

Cancer is a feck watching us from the shadows of homes- piercing the corners of the heart and mind with agony and fear. It thrives on the death and suffering inflicted by the poisons and chemicals forced into the bloodstream by doctors. Cancer preys on the weak and strong: the businessman, the baby, the mother, the politician, the lover-everyone feels it's cold, vile breath on their necks. "I'm here", Cancer whispers during the darkest hours of night, "I'm here, and there's nothing you can do to escape me!" And its true, you can never escape it.

Cancer is immortal. Years after the war ends with your body-it lives. Cancer continues to haunt your spirit and mind, taunting you with the tests doctors perform; one minute it pops up, and later disappears. It strikes you deeply with shock, with grief, when your friends, family: your fellow soldiers of the inevitable finally march their way from the sterile, volatile hospital into the warm grace of heaven. You might have made it through Cancer alive, but every war leaves scars that fester before they heal.

Anger follows, because who can keep that much pent up inside forever? No one can. It comes out when family says "Cancer isn't that bad, get over it!" Or "I know you have baggage, but you can trust us with it, we understand your pain." No they don't, how can they when cancer only touched them on the outside, while it was ravaging your body, mind, and spirit on the inside!

There's always more to Cancer than what people think. That can be said for lots of things in life, but dealing with a disease makes it clearer. It changes your perception. Overtime, the scars may start to heal, but you can never forget what happened.

It spreads like a cancer

This thing called hate

It eats you up slowly

As your rotten heart decays

It spreads like a cancer

And devours every bit of light

Budding and blossoming within you

Until all that is left is night

It spreads like a cancer

Making its home

In places it shouldn’t

Pushing you to the edge of destruction

Till your soul is left vacant

So heed my words

And save yourselves

Be the substance darkness repels

Let it not knock at your door

And harass you anymore

Take charge and fight

And reach immeasurable heights

This cancer must be defeated

Once and for all,

For the good of mankind

As well as for evil’s fall.

My day started normally. I got up and got changed into a fluffy hoodie and some neon yellow leggings. I glanced at my clock and i did a double take. Nope, I wasn´t dreaming my clock said 8:00 A.M. I was going to be late again. I don´t even know why I try being on time not like it matters, I thought to. No sooner had I thought that, I heard loud cursing from downstairs. ¨ Vee, are you ready? I overslept.¨ my older sister Chloe called up the steps.¨Yeah I almost ready Clo.¨ I started walking down the steps, and suddenly I felt like I was falling. I saw a look of pure terror on Chloe´s face she seemed to be saying something but all I could here was loud waves and then everything went black.

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I woke up and rolled over . Thump. Crap,I fell out of bed. I looked at my bright blue clock. It was 8:30 A.M. we were going to be late again. ¨ Vee, are you ready? I overslept.¨ I called up stairs to my sister Veronica. ¨Yeah I almost ready Clo.¨ she called back. I started walking toward the stairs just in time to see Veronica start falling, she looked confused as if she wasn´t sure what was happening. ¨Veronica¨ I screamed. I rushed up the stairs and manged to catch her before hitting her head. I rushed to the kitchen and called 911. I probaly could have driven her myself but I was to shaken to even think about driving. ¨911 what is your emergency¨ the operater asked me. ¨ It´s my sister¨ I said ¨ She fell down the steps and is unconscious.¨ There was a short pause. I gave her the rest of my information, she had told me the ambulance was coming soon the only thing left to do was wait. The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. They were saying things to each other that I didn´t understand. 10 minutes later we arrived at the hospital. She was given a room and I was told a doctor would be in shortly. Vee had several tests done on her and hours later the doctors finally had some news for us. I could tell by looking at thier faces it was not any good news. ¨I´m afriad we have bad news¨ The female one said. The male doctor stepped forward, ¨ I am Dr. Thorn, and I am neurologist.¨

¨What´s a neurologist,¨ Vee asked. He smiled. ¨ Well I am like a doctor for your brain, but I am afraid that you sister here¨ He said pointing at Vee, ¨ She has a grade 4 astrocytoma.¨ Vee looked really confused and I had no idea what it was just that it seemed bad. ¨What is a astrocytoma,¨ I asked. ¨Well,¨ Dr.Thorn said stepping closer to my sister,¨ Astrocytoma is a type of cancer that can occur in the brain or spinal cord. It begins in cells called astrocytes that support nerve cells. Some astrocytomas grow very slowly and others can be aggressive cancers that grow quickly. It is a type of cancer that can form in the brain or spinal cord.¨ A grim look came over his face. ¨In your sisters case it is extremly aggressive and spreading quickly, there is no cure a astrocytoma and chemo would not work cause it would effect the healthy brain cells as well as the cancer cells. There is a 10% survival rate.¨ He said looking into my eyes.

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¨What does that mean¨ I asked looking at the doctor I had forgotten his name already. ¨Well Veronica,¨ He said crouching next to my bed, ¨ It means you most likely won´t survive. I´m sorry.” I looked at Clo. She seemed scared. ¨ The only treatment options we have so far is surgery, but since you are so young it would greatly increase the risk,¨ Dr.Thorn said. I looked at Clo again, ¨What are we going to do,¨ I wispered to her. ¨I don´t know sweety, but it will be okay we will find away to make it through this,¨ That was the moment I broke. I started crying, there was still so much I wanted to do, I wasn´t ready to die. We left the hospital the next day. ¨Hey, Clo¨ I said. ¨ What,¨ she asked. ¨Ummm, well I was wondering since I might not have a lot of time left,¨ I said ¨ Could we gone that trip we were planing now, Instead of in 4 years, please.¨ I asked. Clo´s eyes softened ¨Of course darling, even if we don´t have much time, you can still live life to the fullest.¨ For the first time since my diagnosis I felt as though every thing would be okay. The next couple weeks I went to school and the doctor. Then, 2 weeks later the worst happened. I fainted for the first time since my diagnosis.

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to be continued..........................