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Posted: Dec 17, 2012 3:48 PM

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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.