Dec 18 2008
Saying Goodbye
This is to my mother, who was my mother for thirty-one years of her short life of fifty-one. A life that has been desolved by breast cancer. Quietly entertaining her last days of agony and suffering, cancer sat knowlingly and patiently aware that it would finally prevail in the end. Cancer has no emotion, no preference for one over another, no symphathy for the survivors. My mother, while partaking in healthy regimens, never spoiling her flesh with the wrath of cigarettes or wine, exhausted her last breath in the name of cancer. While others who walk this earth spoil and erode the gift of life given to them, it is not them who is stricken with weakness and disease. And with this observation I conclude that cancer has no preference in the demise of others. Cancer has no beginning and certainly no end. In its path of destruction it will leave no survivors. We are all sufferers of its crimes, and our suffering will have no end. And so I say goodbye, mother, and I love you.
