I'm sorry you have cancer. Why? When it's not your fault

10/04/2021

I’m sorry you have cancer!....

Why? Its not your fault

 

As soon as someone hears,

The fatal words,

To them,

That i have a deathly cancer.

Every one says sorry?

Why?

When they aren’t the ones that caused my life to be so hard.

I’m just unlucky i suppose.

It's just the way it is.

How?

I'm not a Dr so can't really answer that,

Shit just happens,

Unfortunately facts are facts.

Except every one of them are different, 

We don’t always get to choose,

Our wanted track.

Some remain unbroken,

Throughout their whole lives,

With every part of them in tact.

Mine is a life of overbearing pain,

Yet still a lease i hold on my lifes contract..

 

I can’t answer you why?

I can’t answer you how?

All i can say is that I’m still living a lustrous life ,

In the here,

The now.

Until I decide,

Once I’ve spread my word,

My vision,

My life,

Still living it up somehow....

 

What did you do?

Was it from your younger times in a daze

Did your drug fuelled teenage hood,

Cause your mind to be a whimsical,

Yet Transitional,

Time warp of a cave?

Causing your body to have the destruction,

In the form of a chemo wave?

How do I know?

I don’t,

All i know is,

That there’s 7.6billion people on this planets plains.

Yet there's only one me,

Survival through Cannabis,

And its' magical healing ways.

So no,

I don’t think my young love for drugs,

Caused my life to be full on,

With its' cancer haze.

As if it wasn’t for weed,

I would have died,

Within 56 days.

 

Are you not scared of dying?

God!

Why remind me of that.

Although i'm sure most others are,

I just accepted my fate,

It was a bit hard not to,

With my last 2 to 3 weeks left,

On this earth to taste.

To smell,

To hear,

To feel.

Not a sense of those weeks,

Did I want to waste.

Life is for the living,

Not for the dead.

Neithef did I want to live my last 2 to 3 weeks in chaste!

Yet my cancer wasn’t betting on my will power to be so strong,

Which caught it off balance,

And beat it to a pulp,

A mere paste.

So no I’m not scared of dying,

As i know it’s everyones’ eventual fate.

It’s just damn unlucky for some,

When they catch it too late!

 

Is it hereditary?

Or even an airborne or a transporting disease?

Of course it isn’t.

There is no way of you catching it,

So don’t hold your cross out when i hold my hand to my face,

And release a sneeze.

Cancer is deadly,

But not like aids and hiv.

No amount of my blood,

Would affect you or anybody.

Does it hurt?

Yes.

Are my questions annoying you?

No.

I just want everyone on this planet,

To hold the healing knowledge of cancer,

Through my story told.

Then hopefully like me,

They can keep on fighting,

Till they’re ripe and old.

Cannabis has been suppressed now,

For way to long.

It's about time our government did something,

And throw it out to our throngs.

Everyone on this planet,

Needs its' healing bond.

I'd rather something natural than chemical,

That's why of Cannabinoids I’m fond!

 

I thought you were dead!

Way back in 05'.

I was 19 then.

So i must seem like the paranormal,

Seeing me still alive.

20 hard fought years on,

Yet somehow I’ve found the grit and determination to stay alive.

Even though it's been a hard fought battle,

20 years on,

And still I thrive!

I'm still in shock,

Like my Drs,

That i’m still living on strong,

And now 35!

 

So the moral of this poem is,

Never say never,

Till you finally close those eyes.

We can’t help that our lifecycles,

ALWAYS has a death at the end of our lives.

I'll simply carry on smiling,

As i already do,

For the rest of my life.

So if you already know the answer,

Don’t ask,

The ifs,

The whats,

The hows and whys.

Just live life to it’s fullest,

Filling the world with an abundance of smiles!

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