It’s Over
It happened out of the blue.
Like one of those heart shaped chocolate boxes that you get on Valentine’s Day not knowing what each chocolate might contain.
A mystery.
A surprise.
Definitely not a good one at all.
14.1 million cases worldwide.
8.2 million deaths.
They say the survival rate is slim.
That you will be living off of chemo and radiology.
Slowly killing you alive.
Then one night I got a call from grandma.
She told me she had been diagnosed.
Breast cancer she said.
From Rapunzel to King Neptune without his crown.
As she grew weaker and weaker so did her will to live.
So many times she wanted to give up.
No more chemo she said.
It was too much for her.
The medicine.
The struggle.
The pain.
But we couldn’t let her go.
How could we?
She was the atlas to our family.
So we prayed and prayed for this to pass over.
Nine sorrowful, dreadful, everlasting months went by. At last, I got another call.
This hell was over.
She was cancer free.
I never understood how heartbreaking it is
for a loved one to be diagnosed
till it happened to me.
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