The thing about cancer is that no one knows when it sneaks in; or if it does, it's craftiness in winning an election over a part of the body. There, it slowly and unwillingly establishes itself on the throne of destruction, signing it's license with death and corrupts an entire system.

Here goes the eerie part, who or what extended the life threatening invitation? Err…maybe its some delicious food with chemical contaminants of genetic modification whose dangerous potentials are not yet established by enough research, or the pollutants ejected into our previous life support… the air!

You can never be too careful, one might say; when it's not one thing, it's the other! Wish to have a strict diet of just fruits and veggies? Well, who knows what lies beyond the shiny of spotless skin?

It's a known fact that no one lives forever, but having cancer, you're a walking dead! It came, saw, overthrew, dominates and kills!

Other things in our daily lives and societies can be likened to the characteristics of cancer; a habit, a custom, a tradition or a lifestyle.

Crime is a splendid example.

It all started as a speck between the firs two brothers, Cain and Abel. Now, crime has eroded, corroded and corrupted our whole world as a system. It sets in with a little jealousy, malice, anger, hatred and desire for "sweet" revenge.

It stealthily creeps in, spreads and gets very comfy in the seat, behind the steering wheel of the mind. Think of smoking, drugs, sexual immoralities and the list goes on with the consequences trailing behind.

Let us harm ourselves, set out in the battlefield against the evil of cancer, likened to a malignant, corrosive sore. Clad yourselves in the armor of bravery; arm yourselves with the artillery of love.

Bravery to face the reality, not submissive to the fear of the hear; the fear to die (for all must die one day); the fear to say "I'm Sorry", because we're all imperfect; the fear of standing for what is right, as none can dodge criticism.

Fight with love. Let us embrace those who bereaved, those that suffer the loss and those in personal experience of the pain and suffering of the disease.

Love, to stifle the hatred toward our brother; love the power to accept responsibility with loyalty and grace.

Cancer, it operates slowly but surely and then, in one snuff, your lights are out and you exist no more.

To be, or not to be…R.I.P.