Cancer poem

I've been part of a wonderful cancer support group for a few years. I've come to love and appreciate the women in that group. One woman's son died of multiple myeloma a couple of years ago. He wrote this beautiful poem that really spoke to me.

Passing Through
The doctor called the other day
Seems the cancer is here to stay
Is this a joke, it just can't be
It happens to other people, not to me
Gotta catch my breath and look around
The things that mattered suddenly don't seem so profound
Seems I have some inner reflection to do
This thing can take me down or it can make my life renewed
See, it's not going to take away who I am
It's not going to define me as a sick man
My life has way more purpose and hope
Even if it's short lived I'm not going to mope.
I'm going to grab what's left by the horns
And make it matter, I'm not going to mourn
See, it's up to me what I do
I can see the glass half full and so can you
We feel eternity applies to us all
But we are just passing through, don't miss your call
If your down and feeling sad
Look this damn cancer in the eye and get mad
Even though I'm just passing through
You can't have my soul and my body too
I will decide when it's time
But not before I give and receive all the love that is mine
Because this is truly what it's all about
Not some object or thing I highly doubt
Even though I am just passing through
I will make my mark by the everlasting memories and smiles through you
By Steve Prentice

 

[Luce NDs]

It is a complex process this consuming threat ... and yet the simple cannot figure out what the consumed deal with ... mores to chew over like a Mystery Disease that we can't figure out ... how it is necessary!

Here in my province the Master denies Mysterious Diseases exist! Especially ones caused by humanistic avarice ... toxic reactions and all ... then the human is the top of the fue 'd list and guess what accumulates there ... physical presentations are questionable to interest the mind if it happens to be present ... maybe it was denied as mythical! Thus the Maddenin Crowed doesn't process ... pro sae?

 

[Northwind]

@Luce NDs please respect my space by speaking clearer and not appearing to have some sort of conspiracy post.

 

[BetteTheRed]

It seems to me that it's different when cancer happens to young(er) people. It feels like something really out of wack.

Realistically, the old "goal" of a lifetime was 70 years, and while it's crept up, you can still say that about age seventy, a whole bunch of crap catches up at about the same time. Not only what you did, but your genetics, your epigenetics, environmental toxins, etc. So it becomes more what you die of, because we none of us escape, and Godde/Circle of Life seems to make no correlation between how well we live, and how well we get to die (I'm a great fan of sudden death heart attacks, personally...)

 

[Northwind]

This man was 52 when he died. Still too young. I wish I had met him. His mom is wonderful and raised a good man

 

[BetteTheRed]

52 is too young, although many great composers and artists have died too young but still left a blessing, like Steve's poem.