Nothing prepares you for it. You may have tried to envision what it would feel like. Even possibly shed a tear at the results of those imaginings.<p>The helplessness. The pleas to God for a little more time. The knowledge that no amount of money, no level of intelligence will make a difference.<p>The anguish. The grief in anticipation of loss. The attempted preparation to watch the descent of a loved one through hell on earth.<p>The public front - not being able to show your fear. The desperate hope that the doctors are wrong and that God will bring miraculous healing.<p>All is vanity. Cancer is evil.
Cancer is Evil