It creeped into our lives one day,
On a routine visit, we heard the doctor say,
You have a spot upon your breast,
And then, of course, you know the rest.
The enemy is real, its name is cancer,
And thousands are working to find an answer,
It never sleeps, and without a sound,
It kills, and will, until an answer is found.
Our body is the cloak it wears,
No one can see the cross we bear,
The pain, the fear, the pain, the years,
Until it ends in untimely tears.
We cling to hope, and pray for death,
To overtake us in the night,
For the cancer has taken our very best,
And we are weary of waging a losing fight.
And still we cling to hope and ponder,
If the answer is just around the bend,
With each success our life grows fonder,
And helps to foster a lifted chin.
With all the cruelty life has thrown,
At us, we are still here,
We’ve learned our life is not our own,
But belongs to those who hold us dear.
The pain, the tears, the pain, the cost,
Of all the best this world can muster,
The pain, the years, the pain, the loss,
Of those who can’t stand to see us suffer.
Ball players, presidents, housewives all,
No discrimination of the great or the small,
We have no bargaining power, you and me,
To make immune a child of three.
The American Cancer Society it seems,
Is on the right track with a volunteer army.
But no matter the money that is raised this year,
None is more vital than what is raised here.
For we who reside in Covington County,
Have placed on cancer a $10,000 bounty,
And we have come tonight without our bed,
For we will not rest until cancer is dead.
Written for an ACS Relay for Life event 20 years ago. Since then I have survived aggressive prostate cancer, and recently uncovered my old poem that had been lost. If you are looking for a hero, look no further than a cancer survivor!