My first cousin died a few days ago of Pancreatic Cancer.
She gave it the good fight, and I believe her fight will help
to make this type of cancer curable in the future.
Survival's guilt, its a real thing.
When the grandgirls friend was diagnosed with cancer,
I hoped and wanted to believe she would be the one,
the one to break the curse of this type of cancer as I had
way back in 1968.
When Wilms Tumor was not so curable and I beat the odds at 5.
This was not to be for this sweet child and it was not to be
for my dear cousin.
Yet, here I am 53 years later, living my best life.
I hope that I make every day special in that I know how
fortunate I am. Not to feel the survival's guilt but to
live as though I am living for all those other hero's who
have gone on but left their mark in the cancer world.
I will live with all those in mind knowing that I hold
the torch for so many others who have passed.
When I forget, I will have things to remind me of them
to get me back on tract.
So Many people right now are fighting their own cancer battles,
find one and be a light for them.
Mail them cards, pray for their families.
It is the least I can do while being the one chosen
to survive the dreaded disease.
Happy Saturday everyone!
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