Cancer has a one track mind.

Once it enters your body

Its sole goal is: Destroy The Host!

And it is devious.

If it finds one channel barred

It seeks another.

All the natural subterfuge and medical defence

Cannot protect everything at once.

Your whole self wobbles under attack,

Trying to 'keep its feet'

As the very ground shudders.

 

TIME! Treatment buys time.

And gratitude is unmeasurable.

But 'Aliveness' is now untrustworthy.

It would be easy to become morose.

But what would that accomplish?

In truth, how is this struggle any different

From any other person's daily life?

The 'Random Principle' plays no favourites.

And everything is relevant

To Person, Place and Time.

 

I shall be like a common cow in a meadow

And chew my cud of thoughts,

Which may have some merit, or not.

What does it matter to anyone but me?

I just don't think I'm alone.

In fact, I'm positive I'm NOT alone.

It seems more than just 'Reason'.

So, I share.

It's a wonderful privilege.