Sitting there patiently , the hands twitching as you fiddle with them waiting for the news of what's wrong with you.
Memories of the past times of sitting in this chair, flood the surface as they never give you a straight answer.
The point of coming here is them telling you the problem and fixing it, but what if it keeps infecting you?
Spreading through out your veins and bones
Unable to fix what's growing inside you as it leaves parts behind
Splitting your cells apart, not allowing your body to fight back but to fall
Fall into a deep darkness of weakness and tiredness
It slowly starts to kill your will of living, hope, and your dreams
As the doctor walks back in, he brings back the same news as the other three times..
You suffer from cancer..
The word you never wish to hear
Never Thought it would dare happen to you
Three times before but it wasn't gone yet
Why would it?
You did everything right. You are health, not dealing with alcohol or drugs but you still get it
But only great people get sick with it
At this point tears form and the urge to scream takes over
You only have two decisions for this disease...
Fight like the warrior you are or let it kill you.
It's up to you then and for the rest of your journey