Cancer Is A Thief

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A woman with metastatic breast cancer laments the losses she’s faced due to cancer.

Cancer is a thief, a time bandit, a dream-stealer, a hope-pincher, a life-snatcher. A dreadful disease that robs us of so much: of time, of friends, of love, of memories never to be made. With every new loss I feel more shattered and broken and I wish with all my heart someone in my lifetime will discover a cure. With each life lost I am left with so many unanswered questions: Why do bad things happen to good people? Where did I go wrong? How can I heal?

I’m struggling to move on. I know I need to. In the end, all we can do is never enough because cancer is a thief. The hurt will fade eventually, I know, and my memories will remain a part of my heart. I just can’t help but feel ...

Cancer is a thief.

I shake my head in disbelief.

Every labored breath, one step closer to death.

My heaving cries, my bloodshot eyes.

Nothing will bring you back or can ever fill that crack.

Thoughts of you will have to do.

They’re all I have left. I feel bereft.

Your time on earth was too brief. Cancer is a thief.

We did all we could, while stoically you stood.

Just one more day. Can’t we find a way?

Until then, be my guide.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Your sweet spirit and mine, forever entwined.

I am broken.

Your memory, a mere token.

I hold so much sorrow for this loss of tomorrow.

Only love and time will heal the incredible heartbreak I feel.

Cancer is a thief,

the cause of so much grief.

When will it end?

I can’t lose another friend.

Forever in my heart you’ll be,

cancer won’t ever take that away from me.

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