Fixer

I am a fixer; I know this of me. I wish I could fix everything I see. My dream is to have all the answers, Along with defeating all cancers, You see, I know, how I will die. Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny, My genealogy, one of old age, The other is cancer, in a rage, Everyone ends; their life somehow, There is no way, we can disavow, My one dream would be its’ end. The disease that ended my friend, I can almost, fix anything, that breaks, My dream is to end, all that it takes.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/28/2010 4:57:00 PM

I am sorry about your loss in a friend who died from the illness. We probably have all been touched by this illness in some form or another either family or friend or ourselves. I saw something on tv the other day that shows some promise in the lab stage that is Vitamin D in large doses makes malignant tumors go away entirely or shrink until nearly all gone. Would that not be great? Just the use of Vitamin D and eliminate most cancers. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 2/28/2010 4:29:00 PM

Finding a way to defeat cancer is a dream for many of us. I lost two friends in two years to the disease. The second one helped me give the eulogy at the first one's funeral just a week before he was diagnosed. There is also cancer on both sides of my family, so please, Mr. Fixer, dream us up a cure. I was very moved by this compassionate poem, Cecil. Love, Carolyn