Scattered Thoughts about Cancer

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.