My depression is like a malignant cancer cell.
It starts with a failed genetic make-up of a DNA cell that mutates my genome into an active, destructive, hibernating, undetectable malignant cancer cell.
Once the host, basically my body has reached a ripened age for the cell to grow - it slowly creeps and defiles other cells to mutate and spread throughout the body.

Now my body is paying its price to carry such a ugly parasite.
Depression makes you turn to drugs, less eating.
Less taking care of yourself.
I've just lost a new found friend not long ago.

Zen's elder brother. He was like a therapy for me.
He is the first ever 'brother' that would hold my hand to show affection and concern. To get to know me better too. Not even my own brother would do that. I've never received any family love like this.
It's difficult once you've lost someone you took time and pains to take care of.

I took care of him with Zen during the days and dark hours he needed us the most. Both of us lacking sleep and rest. Our bodies tire. But his fight was the longest.
He was so strong. He's inspirational. The fight with cancer was an arduous one.

I'm glad I met you before you left this Earth and leave us behind Terence.
Once our bodies expire, once my cancer cell has reached its final stage in life - I'll be seeing you again and perhaps this time you'd take me into account as a sibling too.

Amen.