I see cachexia. And you’d imagine, that I would see it
rob people of the chance to fight. To function. To be. That I would see the strength
needed for the simplest tasks disappear. Replaced with words like ‘I
just can’t’, ‘I just can’t’. That I would see faces change. Cheeks becoming hollow. Skin sagging from bones. You’d imagine that I would
see faces grow unrecognizable. Slowly, but surely, even to themselves. I see the struggle. I do see people disappear. But I also see the
undeniable want to keep living. I see so much more
than what you’d imagine. I see smiles. Love. Humour. The human spirit. Hope. There is an antibody being developed, that
if successful will give people a better chance. To fight. To function. To be. That day is coming. And I’ll be here waiting. When it does.