CANCER IS THE ENEMY-CANCER IS NO FRIEND - WRITINGS ON CANCER

One has often heard the term Melanoma, especially since John Mcain ran for president and the issue of Skin Cancer and Melanoma kept cropping up. John McCain is a survivor of many things and one is Melanoma, a form of cancer that begins with Melanocytes(Cell that make pigment Melanin). It sometimes, but not always begins as a Mole – skin Melanoma – but can also start in other pigmented areas. There are over 60,000 new cases of Melanoma each year in the USA - with about 8,400 deaths. Melanoma is a very aggressive form of skin Cancer – for more information please go to the Melanoma Information Page of the National Cancer Institute.

Cancer is the enemy,
Cancer is no friend,
Cancer, Cancer smiles at me,
But it really wants my end,

Cancer came behind my back,
Reminding my of life,
Cancer is my enemy,
It fills my days with strife,

Cancer has to be annulled,
Cancer always lies.
Cancer, Cancer – stay away,
Your existence needs to die.

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CANCER DICTIONARY WITH A POEM ABOUT HOPE - THE NATIONAL CANCER INSTITUTE

Before or after you read this wonderful poem about hope, please go to the 'Dictionary of Cancer Terms' to find out about all forms of Cancer. Whether it be words or phrases like halofuginone hydrobromide, Halsted radical mastectomy or to find out signs and symptoms of all types and levels of Cancer, this website from the National Cancer Institute is a must for all people to browse through. Knowledge is a great asset when it comes to Cancer and Cancer Treatment. The National Cancer Institute is there to help. It has almost any fact you need to know about all forms of Cancer. It is the goverments official body for Cancer. Go to National Cancer Institute Homepage

Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God by Robert Louis Stevenson

SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man's one poor star, man's supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.

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