I'll Never Be the Same

U need positive ions to help fight cancer.

Indeed!
Thank you.

I wrote something for u

My father has prostate cancer (stage one), but the word makes me shudder. I liked how you wrote about it, which shows how strong you are. I wrote a poem directed to cancer, hoping to help my dad. Keep doing what you're doing.

I do appreciate your comment.

Snugglebuck
dear poet

you made me stop
pause
ponder long
and hard

i thank You sincerely for this

inspiration is a small word this..for this is much much more
on the reflection
of and about life and reality of it

thank You!

Thank you for such uplifting words.

yeah, so much truth here.  it changes you.
not sure if this is fact or fiction but whatever the case you have done an outstanding job of presenting it from a human perspective vs a clinical viewpoint.

Yes, it's a fact.
But here's the most unbelievable part that if you end up doubting I wouldn't blame you at all.  I had been feeling perfectly healthy, in fact, quite robust. When 6 years ago, on the 4th of July, I came home at about noon, to find my neighbor lady passed out cold in the back stairwell of our condo.  A severe alcoholic, this wasn't the first time I had found her in such a state.  But because a thunderstorm was coming I thought I'd better take her to her unit.  
I threw her over my shoulder and carried her up a short flight of steps, cursing out loud as I made my way up. After depositing her inside her entry way I unexpectedly passed out.  I thought I had a heart attack.  I took myself to the doctor where I found out that, indeed, it was my heart.  But it wasn't a heart attack.  Instead, my heart was completely encased in a tumor caused by lymphoma.  
The doctors told me that carrying my neighbor over my left shoulder put enough pressure on my heart that it caused me to pass out.  
The humorous fact, the cancer was so advanced, had the experience not alerted me to it's presence, in a few weeks it would have been to advanced to treat.
So, as fate would have it; my drunk neighbor saved my life.  
Proof, that God does have a mischievous sense of humor.

omgosh!  that is fantastic!
I love it!  such a great story.

Thank you, Snuggles, for sharing you journey...
that takes  some courage...
for writing it down makes it all the more real...
Really good write you got there... Awesome... Ely

Thank you Ely.

Hats off! I'm standing in awe, snugglebuck!

This is not only a very impressive poem, moreover I think that the cancer wanted to teach you about the truely important things in life. Now, that you have mastered the lesson, as your poem clearly shows, the cancer has fulfilled its mission. It can disappear again ...
I wish it to come true!

Best wishes!

Thank you so much.