Whenever I hear a story of someone who has been diagnosed with cancer, it is always a kind and loved person. It is something that seems to attack the undeserved. It attacks adults, children, pets even without discrimination. It forces families to fight together against this thing that has wrongfully come into their life. It comes with no purpose. Cancer tries to take hold of the body with the objective of killing and then what happens to the cancer? It ceases to exist in that body as it is no longer alive. There is no benefit to its objective and yet we are forced to suffer. We are forced to put up a fight against something you cannot fight with without weapons. Our weapons aren’t fully developed yet and still we put an expectation on cancer patients to fight and stay strong. We need to stay strong for them and develop more weapons to fight against this needless evil.

Sometimes when I wake up I look at the day ahead and I sigh. Mentally I scroll through my daunting to-do list of tasks that all seem so important. It’s imperative that I complete them all today. The list overwhelms me and I sigh again. Resting back into my bed I close my eyes again and pretend to sleep, painfully aware of the time ticking by next to me on my clock. Each second makes my list more difficult. I dart up out of bed in my panic. I try to figure out a schedule of how to fit everything in and it is perfect. It is going to be a successful day. I go about my day, task after task, making progress but as the tasks tick by and by so do the minutes. Suddenly my schedule is looking less precise. What if I push something back another 30 minutes? Then I have to push those all back another 30 minutes too. The overwhelming feeling is back. I breathe in. I breathe out. I make another start. I’m trying my best to be perfect and achieve the everything in a time scale that won’t cooperate. Why do the 24 hours feel so daunting in the morning when you’re desperately clinging to them by noon. Why does 24 hours not feel enough?