Analysis of Cancer

It's like watching a slow-motion train wreck,
The horror of cancer taking over their body,
You see them slowly melting away,
Becoming just a mere shell of their former self.

It's hard to fathom that this is the same person,
Whose strong embrace you once sought for comfort,
Whose once robust laugh now replaced by the sound of labored breathing,
Whose once lively eyes now clouded with pain.

The memories of your parent grow older with time,
Their voice becoming more and more of a shadow,
As you fight to remember every good moment,
Every smile and every laugh.

It's a constant battle,
To hold on to every morsel of their essence,
To keep their spirit alive in your heart,
While watching them fade away.

It's a lesson in loss,
A realization that life is fleeting,
That every moment together is a precious gift,
And that the pain of losing them will never truly fade.     

And you can't be comforted like others.
Because you don't care who walked on water,
Or hearing who gave sight to the blind
When you wish you could be blinded to this horror.