"Don't let the cancer define me." A heart-felt Patrick said with guitar in hand. "Say it with me,"

I sighed and repeated after him, not feeling at all what was being said, like most times at support group.

I looked to Isaac across the "circle of trust". He was fiddling with his contractible walking stick – moving it side to side between his hands with pure boredom. Somewhere in all of his non-excitement, a small smile played at his lips. His inky black hair was swept up as always, the room's light making it shine. The large opaque glasses he wore were always a challenge for me – I could never know what he was thinking. I don't even remember what colour his eyes were. They were probably a soft, loving and warm brown. Or maybe a cool and mysterious blue. It was as if there were secrets hidden behind those rectangular lenses; into the blinded eyes of Isaac Green.

"Hazel!" Patrick exclaimed from the center of the trust circle, in the center literal heart of Jesus. I broke my stare to look to Patrick.

"How about you?"

"Huh?"

"How are you, Hazel?"

"I-I believe I'm fine." I said. Patrick tapped his guitar and nodded.

"That's amazing. It's good that we're fine."

"Uh-huh." I agreed.

Patrick spun in his chair while pointing his guitar to choose the next person to interrogate. Odd enough, it landed on Isaac.

"You! The name is…?"

"Isaac." Isaac placed his walking stick in his lap and focused.

"Right. How are you?" Patrick asked him.

"I'm great."

"Great! Isaac's great, we're all great."

"Uh-huh." said Isaac.

"Hey, let me repeat one thing I said earlier – don't let the cancer define you." said Patrick, a little more seriously. That's when Isaac and most of the others looked up to pay attention. "

"Cancer might be inside of you, but you're still inside of you – the you inside of you is deeper than the cancer. Don't let cancer through those walls. You're stronger than that."

I gave it thought. It was probably the most inspirational thing Patrick has ever said. And I felt like believing it. Like an onion, the centre parts have to be me. Then outside of that is the cancer. I've been doing it wrong the whole time.

Patrick continued to talk with other people. Many of them still had problems and were still dealing with constant mental breakdowns based on Cancer. The worst breakdown was with a girl a little younger than me, who just wanted to live a normal life. That's all she wanted; a normal, cancer-less life. I had a silent respect for all those who had to deal with Cancer. They're probably the strongest type of people.

"Yeah… and that should be the end of the session." said Patrick after talking with everyone in the circle.

"Living my best life today."

And with that, we all stood up and began heading out. Isaac was still sitting in his chair, appearing to be deep in thought. I sat down next to him and observed him some more. He played with his walking stick again.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked softly, trying not to startle him.

"What Patrick said. About being you, not the disease. It's interesting." he said. I nodded.

"I, too, want to be me, not the disease." I agreed.

He chuckled briefly and said, "Doesn't everyone."

"Isaac, what colour are your eyes?"

He smiled and stopped fiddling, like he was thinking about it.

"Brown. Though I'm not exactly sure what brown is supposed to look like…" his voice trailed off and he sat further back in his chair.

I held his warm hand in mine for comfort. Unlike most touches, this one surprised me. The light feel of his hand sent fireworks pulsing through the veins of my hand and arm. Eventually, it reached my heart and made it beat quicker than usual.

"I wish I could see them." I said.

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