Hey guys, so this particular post is too close to my heart and honestly I have been debating over and over again whether I should post this or not. It means way too much to me and I wrote this when my grandfather was still alive. He passed away because of cancer three months ago and well…yeah I didn’t want to. But I guess this is me being brave and putting forth some of the real things I recently struggled with hoping it helps someone out there.
I also want to extend a warm hug to anyone going through cancer too.
I hope I do that through posting this piece.
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Cancer. That word hit me hard. Like a brick wall to my face. A wall that marks the end of the road with no way around it. Just the wall standing tall in front of me.
Cancer A disease with no cure? That is just tragic. This year, someone I love was diagnosed with it and the thing about cancer is that the patient doesn’t suffer alone, the entire family does. Cancer became a full-fledged reality for me.
It came to me in waves. The first wave the first being, a chance of him having cancer, I ruled it out. My loved one cannot have cancer. He just cannot. The doctors said there were symptoms of it and I didn’t believe them. Then the second wave came in and they said they were ninety percent sure it was cancer. I denied it. Somehow ten digits of a percent somehow felt a lot bigger than ninety of them. I felt like screaming at the doctors for being so stupid, senseless even.