Sunday, August 30, 2015

Cancer Is a Narcissist

I am angry. And I am sad. But at the moment, it's mostly anger. Keyboard and reader beware.

That androgynous, faceless, scourge
with too many names and ways of wreaking havoc. 

That invisible stalker that sneaks in at the cellular level,
latching on and demanding attention. 

That predatory visitor that remains unseen until
 it's too often too late. 

It wins again. Today, cancer won again. 

It won this morning, taking a young woman barely 30 from her world, her family's world, our world, this world. Quickly. Aggressively. Ruthlessly.

I want to scream at cancer, cuss it out, kick it where it hurts, be heard. But cancer is a narcissist. It doesn't care that I'm angry. It knows nothing but itself and how to propagate until it wins.