I woke to you screaming in pain
I was scared as you called out for help,
It's something I can't explain.
That's the last time I heard you speak,
I quickly grew so weak.
I sat there holding your hand,
Wishing more then anything to understand.
The whites of your eyes turned black,
And I knew cancer had taken over
There was no turning back.
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Sad write, cancer us a killer but they are gradually finding ways to deal with this horrendous disease. The hurt will always be there but it will fade to help you live more easily.
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