Cancer Is . . . (A Poem - Sort-of)

I have been a member of the group "Cancer Is" for a long time now, and I always thought I knew what cancer was. I mean, it had touched my life many times in the past - family members and my best friend had died from it, others had been "cured" or gone into remission, and even a couple of our pets had it. Just when I thought that I knew what it was, though, it slapped me in the face and taught me that I know NOTHING. This is the poem that sprang from my recent revelation.

Cancer is . . .

Relentless - even if a person is a "survivor" it will attack another spot in the body just to prove it can;
Universal - it does not matter what color, gender, religious preference or even species you are, because as long as you are living it will attack you;
Blind - no matter how much pain and suffering the person or loved ones show it just continues to ravage the body;
Deaf - the pleading and sorrowful sobs of those it affects just fall on deaf ears;
Stealthy - it silently weaves it's deadly web throughout the body unnoticed until it is too late;
A Warning - to live each day to the fullest, because you never know what tomorrow might bring;
A Reminder - to let friends and loved ones how much they mean to you as often as you can, because you might not get another chance.