The People's Panda

Has anybody ever taken the time to realize how complex the human body is? We are an intricate network of blood vessels and organs. muscle and tissue all packed up nice and neat in a fleshy bag. Every moment we are awake our bodies are doing amazing things all on their own. Shivering to keep us warm, pumping adrenaline to get us through trouble and pain, constantly inflating and deflating our lungs with life giving air. Distributing blood and oxygen where needed. And yet one cell, one tiny cell can decide not to do any of that. And like an insidious double agent it can corrupt more cells, turning them against the greater whole and beginning to poison a person. Disrupting lives and relationships. Killing or maiming, or just tormenting innocent people. It has no pattern. It attacks the victim and the aggressor, the innocent and the guilty. It will attack killers and doctors and heroes and villians. And it will not sleep, it will nost rest. It will force you to attack it. To become as violent and clever as it is. It will not go down without a fight. And it will leave you forever, irrevocably changed. Whether you have it, or know someone who does, it will mark you for life, a walking casualty of the battle that it cornered you into. You become more cynical, more bitter at times. There will be anger, and hate. And your heart and soul and body will be covered in the battlescars it inflicts. And no one will hand you a medal. There will be no presedential speach in your honor. You will either beat it, or it will beat you and then life will continue or it won't. But for the people who fought it, and the people who fought with them, it will bond you, bring you together like nothing before or after. One great united forced, that took down an enemy you could not intimidate, that you could not scare. You will be stronger despite your scars. They will forever mark you a warrior. A fighter. You will love harder, live better, and nothing and no one will ever be able to take that from you. Even one tiny cell that decided not to conform. Fuck that cell, fuck cancer, and hoo rah to every person living or dead that has stood up to it, looked it square in its proverbial face and given it the finger. Piece of shit disease.

-Panda Out