Cancer affects countless people in so many ways. The poem below was sent to Cancer Services from Patty, a friend of Judith. Patty was so moved by Judith’s death from cancer that she penned these emotional words. At Cancer Services, we are here to provide support- from the time a person is diagnosed, through their treatment and survivorship. Sometimes, in spite of the best treatment, we still lose our friends.

When CANCER Hits!

by Patty Hunter

A wonderful friend of mine had died

It was from a six-letter word, I cried.

This word was called by its ugly name,

and the word itself was Cancer.

When Cancer hits, it hurts all lives.

And members of the one who died,

Were the ones who were left behind.

Crying out, when is there a cure?

Till we find an answer,

There will be no rest.

We’re on bended knees.

crying out in the wilderness.

When Cancer hits, some do survive,

They live out precious lives.

For there is hope for us, we cried,

We will not lie down and die.

Till we find an answer,

There will be no rest.

We’re on bended knees.

crying out in the wilderness.

Till we find an answer,

There will be no rest.

We’re on bended knees.

crying out in the wilderness.