My Lesson

Death that is painful. Killing slowly. Radiation , chemotherapy, pills, and shots. Spreading like a wild fire disturbing, damaging, and destroying everything in sight with no regards to its host. Male. Female. Old. Young. Doesn't care if it's a mother who has a husband and two kids. Doesn't care if they're a role model. Doesn't care if it takes someone from an independent, strong-willed, beautiful person to a weak, fragile, and dependent. My mother had breast cancer and bone cancer from her upper neck to her lower back. She smiled with a mixture of joy and pain, not from the cancer but because she would leave us and go to heaven. She was a survivor because she didn't let cancer define her, but showed cancer who was in control. She lived each day until she couldn't. Cancer isn't the end of living but a motivation to live the fullest while alive.