Cancer. Two syllables. Six letters. That’s all it means to me. Some I see it as a death sentence. I refuse to see it that way. In my view, their incentive to live. It is an incentive to get out of your comfort zone. If there’s one thing I want more than anything is to not let the disease take away the only thing I am; me.
Cancers real. Its been real to me for a long time. But, I don’t believe in sitting back and letting this disease define me. As the tumors spread and whither away my body, the negativity will not spread to my words. As my body grows weaker, the warrior inside me won’t surrender. And when my battle does come to an end, I will not cry. I will not feel regret. I will be grateful that I had the chance to live, not just exist.
I have no choice but to be strong, a trait that I have learned from my mother. She is so beautiful inside and out. She has big eyes and surrounded by a dark ring of black lashes, at the bottom shone the light spot burning pupil as a star in the sky of a dark night. Her face, pale and transparent, has an angelic glow that brings me comfort. But, I know that this disease is killing her too, even if she won’t admit it. But, she is so strong.
I refuse to let this disease win, even though it will kill me. I refuse to let it strip me of my smile. I am driven. I am brave. I am strong. I am more than just sick. And I intend to live… not just exist