Fighter

When diagnosed with cancer,
You never reacted a bit.
For a while, you were perfectly fine, until you started to lose your battle.

You fought for months and months, battling that disease.
Whenever I came to visit you, you never showed any signs of weakness.
But I could still tell something was wrong.

You fought for weeks and weeks, struggling all the way.
The weakness showed through your actions, but never through your words
You never complained about it, but now everyone could tell.
It was getting even worse.

You fought for days and days, pain streaming through your veins.
We all wanted to do something, but there was nothing to be done.
Especially when you collapsed on the floor that morning.
All we could do was take you to the hospital, and visit you every day.

You fought for hours and hours, your strength was almost out.
However much you fought, you knew it was going to happen.
Your last words to me were "Never give up, no matter how much the odds are against you"
You did this even as you drifted into a peaceful sleep, from which you would never awake.
Sleep in peace, my beatiful fighter.