You and Me and Cancer Makes Three

Everything feels like falling apart, life has ended and there is only a long way of fighting off, which in consequence will lead to the very end, fade. Approximately the same idea could have filled up John Irving while facing cancer and consequently poured out in his book “You and Me and Cancer Makes Three”. When it deals with cancer, there are few who can imagine a happy end of the story, but John Irving could. Every reader, having experienced the book, no matter how strange it was, found the poetry uplifting in many aspects, as it draws the desire to keep on till the very end and never give up.

Cancer Is Not a Sentence

“You and Me and Cancer Makes Three” is not a sad story of a man awaiting a deadly finale of his path, however, it is a book of a fighter, who could under pressure find the power to withstand the disease. This is a journey of man’s recovery of this awful disease, a journey of comrades, which were bound by one reason and one aim. This poetry is fulfilled in an inspiration way, which confirms that cancer is not a sentence, but the stage of life, which happened to be overcome. Stories like this are often stuffed with sadness, in contradistinction from those ones, it was made to encourage other people facing this illness, to ignite their hope, so that it should inflame the fire of life, which uplifts disappointed soles on their feet. One can think that super modern equipment is required to fight this awful disease, and he or she may be right, but without the following options no equipment can ever kill a disease, namely:

–          Humor;

–          Compassion;

–          Assistance;

–          Humanity;

–          Love;

–          Friendship.

The Matter of Cancer

Cancer – this is a word that highly represents the meaning of death, the meaning of what everyone is scared as soon as he completely comprehends life. This illness make things even worse, as the act of illness itself implies the probability of getting closer to the very end.  When its fingers reach any of us, a body does not feel its presence, but a sole; the thought about cancer mentally scratches the sole from inside and finds a place to reside, as the whole passage to the deepest point of one is filled with the only idea of the disease. The matter of it is not how it affects a person, but the worst thing about it is how cancer damages the people around him. While the patient is deadly stunned, his relatives, friends and anyone concerned strive against it and never step down. And yet cancer is no doom.