If I Could Be the Answer to Cancer
Cancer is one of the hardest battles anyone can face. I once heard the story of one Nigerian singer who lost his girlfriend to cancer. Watching him talk about her, I saw more than sadness. I saw deep pain, real agony, and a love that had not died even after she was gone. It touched me deeply. I thought about all the people who have lost someone to this terrible disease mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, lovers. The heartbreak is real, and it stays with us.
Now to the question of the prompt If I were that person, knowing I carry the cure for cancer inside me, would I allow myself to be tested and studied all my life? Would I agree to this, knowing my pain and discomfort could save millions of lives?
At first, I thought I’d be overwhelmed. To hear that my body could save lives is both beautiful and terrifying. It’s a huge thing to carry not just physically, but emotionally. People would look at me differently. My life would no longer be normal. I would be called into hospitals, not for treatment, but to be tested again and again. I’d be studied closely, watched carefully, and maybe even treated like an object of science instead of a person. That alone would be hard to handle. I’ve always valued my freedom, my peace, and my ability to live life on my own terms. But with this kind of news, all that would change.
Living as a test subject is not easy. Constant experiments mean no real privacy or freedom. It means being seen as a tool, not a person. It means giving up parts of myself every day. It means pain and fear and sometimes loneliness. This is a heavy price to pay.
To be honest It’s hard to say but there is the chance to save so many people. Cancer kills millions every year. Families are broken, dreams are shattered, and hope often feels lost. If my genes could help doctors find a cure, then maybe my suffering would not be in vain. Maybe the pain I go through could be worth it because it would bring healing and life to others.
If I think about the pain of losing someone dearly because I have been there before, I lost someone precious to me but not to cancer, If I remember the faces of those who lost their loved ones, the tears that will never stop flowing. If my choice could prevent even one family from feeling that pain, I would try to be brave.
Helping others is never simple. It asks us to be more than ourselves and to carry burdens we never asked for. It asks us to give when we have little to give. But it also reminds us that life is connected. One person’s suffering can become another person’s hope.
The truth is, there are no easy answers here. No one can say what they would do until they face this choice. It is a question of courage, of hope, and love. If you have lost someone to cancer, or know someone still fighting, you will understand how deep the pain goes.
Being the carrier of a cure would be both a blessing and a burden. It would change my life forever. But if it meant giving others more time, more memories, more laughter, and love, then yes I’d give myself to the cause, even if it costs me comfort.
Cancer is terrible, but hope is stronger. Love is stronger. And maybe, just maybe, somewhere inside a person, there is a cure waiting to be shared with the world.
This is my response to this episode of hivelearners community prompt of #HL-W166E01 which the topic is tagged FOR A CURE
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Your body will not be seen as a human but as a tool. You might not even have that freedom of yourself again. And on the other side, it might affect your health too.
My dear this doctor will see you as a means of making money. It is a very big sacrifice if i most say saving life thousands of people die every year because of cancer