The Child Thief - The Spectre of Death Won't Leave Me Alone

I’ve been on hiatus from Medium. I had, along with so many others, taken up arms against the filthiest opponent on earth. That piece of sh*t called cancer had come to tear our son apart.

When melanoma first attacked Alex’s healthy and athletic body, he was 38 years old. Single, starting a new career with a company he loved, and getting closer to owning that hobby farm he dreamed of. He would have to go out and buy a new pair of shades for that bright future!

Our family had been pacified into believing surgery and treatment had won the battle. Future check-ups proved that cancer had been stopped in its tracks, and we could stop holding our breath and get back to leading our lives. Cancer did not run in our family; therefore, it was merely a blip on Alex’s timeline.

But this turned out to be false. At the time, we didn’t know melanoma was incurable — it can only be lulled into behaving itself. Instead, it seemed cancer had merely been toying with Alex and had quietly been regrouping in a twisted game of death by inches. It wanted another go at him.

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