…Cancer…
This was a journal entry from a very long time ago, it was my reaction to the loss of a very dear friend.
I have now seen her Reaper. He came to her as a Doctor. Methodical, devoid of emotion. He came and waved his scythe and informed my friend so nonchalantly of her impending doom.
**I was just running errands with her.
This is SO agitating…
He wasnt wearing as dark robe, there was no pale horse, and the scythe was a medical report.
Until this day, death never made his rounds within my paradigm. I dont want him here, not like that..not with her!
I think I’m still in shock, even though she and I cried our guts out.
Don’t mistake me, I thrive on fighting life’s injustices…but I have no counter for this attack. I fear that I would become obsessed with death(taking Ol’ Grim’s head off to be exact) for taking the dearest thing in my life away from me.
This fear is also combined with caution. How does one fight nature’s grim avatar? Where do I find the cure for cancer?!
