A flicker of hope flashes.

I race to catch it, before it burns to ashes.

He looks at me with those deep brown, bloodshot eyes.

I smile vaguely, my only disguise.

I hide the pain, the hurt, the tears.

I need to stay cogent, despite my fears.

My brother is sick, he promises me that he is okay.

I try to believe him, but is he only okay for today?

He's slowly breaking down, my Grandmother dries her tears.

He can't go like this, not after two years.

I watch as he suffers from intense Chemo.

He keeps getting worse, we already know.

Then, after pain and tears from all around, I find the hope in the palm of my brothers hand.

He fights, and arises from his once weak stance.

Dear Cancer, keep walking, never turn around. Not even for a second glance.