The Good Cancer

The Good Cancer

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No one wants to hear the words "you have cancer." However, the truth is, more and more people hear those words everyday. I heard those words when I was only thirteen years old. I learned that cancer doesn't care how old you are, if you have a family, or if you're healthy. Cancer doesn't care about you or your feelings. I also learned that in some ways, cancer can be a good thing. It can bring you closer to the ones you love and change your perspective on life. "The Good Cancer" is my personal cancer journey. Care to join me?
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Cancer: A malignant and invasive growth or tumor caused by abnormal cell masses, tending to recur after excision and to metastasize to other sites That's the definition of cancer. 1.2 million Americans are diagnosed with it every year. Annually, 500,000 people in the United States... they die from it. And 13% of people that die every year die from cancer. Cancer has a track record that goes on longer than possibly imaginable, but it's still here today and there's still no definite cure for it. So when a loved one falls into its clutches, not much good comes out of it. It ruins lives. It puts out love like rain puts out a fire. And it doesn't stop to realize the damage its doing. Those are the things that I'd gathered about the disease that took his life. Those are also the things I hated to think about. They just made me feel emptier inside than I already was. I knew I'd probably never get over him. I knew that I wasn't allowed to anyways. I made a promise. .....But could I keep it?

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