Those Six Letters.

Cancer. It is a venomous word. Filled with such an evil that will make you shudder at even the mention of the word. Such a simple word holding such a powerful meaning. Cancer.

 

My life had boiled down to one six letter word. Cancer. My hopes, my dreams all fading away because of one word. Cancer. When I first heard the word my body shut down. How could I have cancer? I was only twelve, how could I have cancer? I didn’t want to die and the prospect of death sacred me. I was a afraid. The only time I had felt more afraid was at the age of seven. I had believed that the boogie man was hiding in my closet and was out to get me. I would sit up and stare at the closet all night until my father came in and cuddled the fears out of me. How could he cuddle the fear out of me now?

 

Cancer. It kills like a vicious monster and stops at nothing, destroying everything in its path. It almost destroyed me. It could take my life, my future and my dreams. But I was determined not to let it take me. So I fought. I fought as hard as I could. I fought to live, I fought to die, I fought to be myself but most of all I fought to be the same.

 

But cancer is a ferocious beast and eventually it claimed me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I welcomed death with open arms as if he was a long lost friend. I was no longer afraid, I saw death as a calming thing. After all death wasn’t the killer here cancer was. It pained me to watch my family weep over my dead body. It hurt to watch them mourn for me, I wanted them to live. Not survive.

 

I watched my family everyday. I see them going about their daily business, I see them remembering me, I watch them live. I watch them die. I may not be living but I have never felt more alive, I may not be alive but I have never been so restless. I watch over the children who are diagnosed with the horrible word that killed me. I do everything in my power to keep them from the cancer. I am not always successful, but those who live lead happy lives, a life that I would never live.

 

 

I am the good, fighting the evil. I am the guardian angel of cancer. I am the person I always wanted to be. I. Am. Me. But most of all I am a fighter, the six letter word might have taken my human body away from me, but I am a survivor. The cancer didn’t kill me. When you hear the word cancer, think of me. Face your fears and don’t let them control you. Because as soon as they control you, you have been beaten. And the one thing I will not be beaten by, Cancer.

 

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Hi guys, so I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but its been a little bit crazy lately and I have been suffering from writers block, but I should have some other stuff up soon :D This is a short story about cancer and all those suffering or who have suffered from it. Remember to Vote, Comment & Love!!!   ~ Owlet.