-I wrote this poem when my uncle was dying from cancer in the pancreas. Rest his soul in peace.-
He is on the verge of touching death, while suffering day by day, minute by minute with stomach pain. His body strives incessantly to pick itself up, but no matter how much he tries, his body can only be weak. It is rapid in losing weight as time is rapid in passing by, and in every call we receive we can only picture the grunts and moans of a man throwing up every ounce of food he consumes. He is a good man. A man who is faithful to his wife and supportive to his children. A man who took his children by the hand and gave them the love of a real father. He cannot eat because the bit of food he tastes can only get stuck in his throat and has to be expelled. These are some of the painful consequences that chemotherapy can have.
When it comes to being near the feared but often wanted death, it is in these times when we realize the kind of family and friends we have. When we experience never before seen footage of real pain, it strikes one as surprising to think that we could ever experience pain like that in our lives. OUR lives, I mean the lives of perfectly normal and good people with a few flaws here and there. The only way to help is to have unbeatable and unbreakable faith. Faith that he will live. Faith that God will listen. Faith that with every prayer of every individual that loves him will be enough to cure the impossible. Faith and simply, faith.
