Cancer.
A word that automatically kills me. A word that I curse at. A word that drives me insane. But why? Why do I despise that simple yet scary word? It's truly a personal story for me. I have lost someone to it. She was so young and yet so innocent. My husband and I are struggling to forget about the incident but I keep having back flashes of it. The songs I hear everyday brings back memories.
When she was first brought out, the doctor didn't have a smile. He had tears running down his cheeks. "She won't live long." Was all that came out. My husband was speechless and we both sat there; frozen. "What kind?" My husband asked. The doctor looked down at the floor. He then bit his lip. "Neuroblastoma." He responded. I looked down at my child. My precious baby wouldn't live long. She wouldn't live long to see us again. It's sad to know that one day, you're in your parents's arms and the next, you're inside a casket with nothing to do. I held her close to me. I wanted to spend every moment with her no matter what.
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SpiritualA mother's love is stronger than anything else. Through hard times the love still remains.
