My grandmother died of breast cancer more than eight years ago and she was a very special and loving person. I am writing to just ask everyone to treat every person with cancer as royalty insomuch (as they are gracious to receive it) they deserve it for facing what they face. The people who bravely make light of their suffering to dispel the worries of their loving families on earth and in heaven are nothing short of angels on this earth and in heaven, whether by flesh or by spirit, it is these who deserve to be treated like kings and queens, princes and princesses, for all time. When their spirits are lifted and their bodies overcome, trust they have been humbled lungs before ever a breath was taken. So this horrible disease they shall be remembered as victims nevermore, but forever it shall be worn as a badge by those who stood up to everything wrong with the world. It is an invisible badge of bravery for facing the sickness of them who have in our weakness and complacency grown to accept for ourselves it as a blessed state; and for themselves as this reality is nature. Their life shall overcome. Since this is a brand plucked from the fire. Cancer is not a natural thing. It is not in the plans of our creator or our scientists or our children and parents, brothers, and sisters, strangers, lovers, and enemies, forever a scourge of God no more. To them, whom will ever accept these such abominations of them in their spirits lifted up of soul, may it be lifted. For by their low estate it ravages the mind, body, and soul, it artificially inflates and brings to fearful hope and heightened state. It leaves behind a wake of torn dreams before ever a funeral was caste by a name into a stone for emergencies are greater than solemnity, therefore whoever is a doctor who has seen or ever a diagnosis is given. Their eyes swell, not their hearts, from tears. I pray we can learn from the examples of the brave children, men, women, and especially the children, the sons and daughters who daily stand up to something so hideous it scarcely braces me to say it. Cancer is death. Cure is life. What do you choose? If you're not for life, than you're for cancer. If you're not for a cure, then you're for death. So death has come to all of us and asked for a price. If so outcomes put forth you'd rather spend $10 on the world than love each other, your soul is already dead. But the souls of those who love us and stand up for us always do, even when we cannot, especially when we cannot--then they're glory is seen by God.