True Heroes Are Victims

My little upset with cancer has given me a huge dose of reality. For the past three months I have set in waiting rooms among other cancer patients. My situation is not near as devastating as most cases. I have had older family members fall to cancer and even some members in our small community have battled and some have even lost, but I have never understood the true effects until now.

Victims of this earth shattering disease are true heroes. These are the people who stare death in the face and fight back with all they got. They are the ones who make numerous trips to the doctor and sit and wait for a biopsy, blood test, diagnosis, and a game plan. They are the ones who go under the knife and are left with scars or battle wounds to remind them of their illness. They are the ones who undergo putting poison a.k.a. chemo into their bodies, only to face vomiting, hair loss, and a tremendous amount of weightless. Women have their breast removed and reconstructed. Men and women both undergo having their head shaved. People undergo having their skull sawed into to remove brain tumors.

Some undergo all of this and are left with no hope and still no cure. They go home to live the rest of their life that is left. They are the ones who in their last days know that once they crawl into bed, chances are they are not ever going to get out of it.

I have sat among the most courageous, brave, and inspirational people I have ever come in contact with. How do they do it? They don't have a choice. They fight and they fight hard. So if you ever need a good dose of reality visit a cancer center and watch the people who come in, go out, and fight.