Stories tagged “cancer”

  • Fire, Strong and Weak

    I stare at the candle burning as I held it. The whole place around me is silent as we walk and candles flickered all around me. While staring, I see the flame start to go out. Putting up my hand to block the wind, the flame becomes stronger. I start to...

  • In the future, they don't harvest organs (Mature)

    Upon awaking, he refused anesthetics. Pain was the only sovereignty he retained over his body, as bits of him lay rotting in a biohazard container. The stitches pulled too tightly and tore his skin at the edges, not that anyone would notice tomorrow. B...

  • MAMA SAID SO (Part 2)

    She was lying in bed, barely coherant. Weak and unable to respond to anything that was administered to her by her doctor. “She is dying,” my sister softly said to me. “Soon you will no longer hear her laugh, see her smile….R...

  • Auntie

    In retrospect, the hospital was a rather sterile place. The more I think about it, the less inviting it becomes. We went up the elevator. My mother held a bag full of Reese’s Cups—the big ones, individually wrapped, like for Halloween. The ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gram

    I hope I am not doing the wrong thing here. I feel compelled to share my own similar story and if AR doesn’t mind, maybe others can too. She was one of the greatest women I ever knew. She was the glue that held the family together, a resounding v...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • Continued...

    I realize now the fear coming from my face, the worry of my parent’s faces, and the sadness from the doctor’s face. I can tell the conversation is coming to the end, I can read his lips and the sentence is almost complete. The only words I actually...

  • Promise Me

    Hospitals stink of antiseptic. I hate it. Yet here I was, in a hospital, in the room were Annie has stayed now for possibly 10 months. And with every month she has gotten weaker and weaker, fading away from my eyes from the cancer. “Bradley,̶...

  • It's Been A Sorry Few Months

    I found out that my dog had cancer on the day that we returned home from my uncle’s funeral. He was young, Uncle Joe. He had problems with painkillers. I think he killed himself, but no one will tell me for sure. I don’t want to ask my pare...

    • Author: emily
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Results

    She read the results. They fell from her hand. Not this. Cancer.

  • Solemn smoking

    Now there was only one left. He had been well stocked on cigarettes for the twenty-five or so years he had been smoking, working through a nice, steady, five packs a day. And, now, of all times, there was only only one left. The state of his life right...

  • The phone call

    He sat in silence, not sure whether to get angry or let the tears flow. He decided against the latter and immediately punched a hole right into his wall. Jason could hardly believe the news, his dad has terminal cancer. “What was that?!” Ja...

  • Life Is A Gift

    There’s a man who waits for the test, to see cancer has spread yet. Now he asks why did he wait to live, when it was time to die. He had always been a shy lonely guy. Only a week ago did he break out of his shell. He became more bold, and daring....

  • Cancer

    First hair, then hope, then life… Sorry, this is just to reach the limit.

    • Author: Vagabond
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • "Till the End of the World."

    Even in the hustle, bustle, and noise of the hospital, her room was nearly silent. She sat there, staring at him, and waited. She was waiting for an answer that many never come, and that worried her. Then again, what had she expected? What could a pers...

    • Author: Hiyame
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • Decades

    It’s been ten years since I’ve seen the one I love. Ten years since I’ve looked into her eyes. No longer. I’m finally going to see her again. Ten years ago I met a girl named Margaret, she hated her name. She insisted on being c...

    • Author: Jimothy
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Cancer

    In the hospital, it had been bearable. Knowing that eventually, dad would sleep that restful, only-happens-one-time-ever sleep. But he got better. He came home. He made his recovery. And two years later, he’s back in the hospital. Creeping closer...

  • Feeding Daddy

    It’s a weird concept, feeding your own father. I never imagined that I would have to do this for him. I assumed that he’d always be the one to nurture me, at least until I was well into adulthood. You know what they say about assuming…...

    • Author: Emmyful
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Nightingale

    We lay side by side, our heart rates calming, our skin still hot. She emanates heat and there is the finest sheen of sweat on her back, making her tattoos glossy. She is so beautiful. I refuse to believe that something so ugly as cancer could be growi...

  • Cancer Didn't Kill Him

    No one was there by his bedside when he passed. He preferred it that way. At first, people were by his side all the time, but he was a solitary kind of guy. No need to hover over me, he thought. He’d long since lost the ability to speak. Nothing ...

  • Tortabo Valley

    Timothy staggered down the hall, praying that the watchmen were not at their usual station or checking her part of the building on rounds. The Tortabo Valley Care Facility for Cancer Patients had turned out to be anything but, and she wanted to have no...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Bring Me Flowers.

    The results were finally on the table. Just like that, my life was on a time sheet, every minute was precious. I cannot speak the words, it makes my stomach tumble and bile rise. Getting sick was the new fad. Nothing remains in my system, it always fin...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • Battle for life

    Dear Penelope, After mother passed away they brought us together to this shelter. You have been adopted. I have not. They scheduled my death, 3.2. this year. I will not die, I promise. 3.3 Yesterday they had me in a chamber-ten others. Suddenly clouds...

  • Toxic.

    I shouldn’t be okay with this, but somehow I’m carefree; Reckless, raunchy, wearing down- We’re toxic, you and me. Like poison winding through your veins I’m acid, cold and slow. A venom meant to take your life I’m cancer ...