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A Cure For Cancer

Daily Prompt: Placebo Effect
If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?


If it was possible and I could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment I would go for cancer.

Last year on 2nd Aug 2012 my husband died of cancer. He was diagnosed in Feb 2011 with Signet Ring Carcinoma of stomach. It’s the worse form of cancer.

I have seen first hand what cancer does to a person. The heartache, misery with which one goes through is immense.

My tall, handsome husband became a thin, shriveled, bald headed man. The pain and agony with which he coped was heartbreaking for me.

When I looked at him I would feel miserable at what he was going through. Several times a day I would cry. I would try not to cry in front of him but at times the tears would spill down my cheeks, when I looked at him or was helping him. Even now I am crying at the terrible and dreadful time in my life.

I hope a cure is found. I have read it that a cure has been discovered, but the pharmacy industry and cancer specialists don’t want it known. How will these people forgo to line up their already filled to the brim coffers with more dough from the sick and dying humanity?

A Cure For Cancer


Daily Prompt: Conflicted
You’re in the middle of a terrible argument, and everyone turns to you to help resolve it. How do you respond? How do you react to conflict?


Last night a conflict was going on at our dinning table.
I B was slow as is usual with him at eating his dinner. His parents were going to their friend’s place. I B wanted to go with them. The only drawback was that he wasn’t finished with his food.

He eats very slowly. He forgets the food in his mouth. Often he and Sn are bantering with each other. I B is slower than a turtle. Once a bite reaches his mouth it lodges itself permanently in one cheek, more often the right one. It stays there.

If you are there you will keep on saying:
Eat I B.
We all are getting finished.
We will leave without you. The threatening notice.
We are getting late.
Please finish quickly.

I B ‘s response:
Sigh a weary sigh, as if the weight of the world is on his tired shoulders.
Maybe transfer the lodged food to the other cheek.
Oblivious to what everyone is saying.
Sn jumps into the foray with saying something and I B responds with a sling back.

Yesterday my son took over and said, ” We are going to shoot your video and put it on uTube.”

I B instantly dissolved into tears with the bite as large as a golf ball still in his mouth. Huge tears fell down his cheeks.
Sn was taunting, “Uhuh … you will be on uTube. Everyone will see it.”

I told Sn to be quiet and told I B, ” Nobody is making a video. See there is no camera.”

It took sometime to stop his tears.