No one could ever tell that he was born with a cancer, Madara always looked healthy and worked like an ox much to the contrary of the normal belief that cancer patients were sickly and weak. Sakura was always by his side, even though she knew of this condition. (after all most would flee for their lives, hoping to never deal with the potential death of a loved one – though always inevitable.) But she was still afraid of that day when Madara would spiral down in to what he feared – sickly and inept. Both worked fluidly together in their home life though spats were still there. They dated for two years before marriage ensued and children popped out. But in all of these good tidings his sickness was inevitable, no matter what other treatments he accomplished. It never seemed to wrangle the duplicating cells for good. And these methods always shoved him in to remission and gave his family false hopes. Because after the years of being with Sakura they had produced two of their own offspring, and he wanted the world for them and for her. Therefore Madara felt he needed to work tirelessly to give them a comfortable life.
And that one year it finally started to take its toll. Doctors that Sakura confidently hired (after all she was a doctor herself but Cancer was something she didn't want to study until now) decided that chemotherapy would be the best route other than the other alternatives. But chemotherapy had many cons in comparison to its pros. And Sakura voiced her concerns over this since the cons could make his condition worse off. But Madara thought it would be worth the shot making the argument and concerns moot. Who could argue with a sick individual who searched for any cure that would make him live longer. But as the doctors began their treatments, the worst came out. Madara felt like shit of course, but his hair fell out (all of those gorgeous inky locks) and he became surprisingly thin. Then only a few months later the worst news had came. MRI's and Cat Scans found that the cancer that was in his liver had metastasized to the surrounding organs – stomach, innards and horribly enough his lungs. And Sakura had to come to the conclusion that he would basically drown to death via tumors that were building up in Madara's lungs.
He vehemently protested being hospitalized, after all who liked the hospital because as much life as it brought and saved also had its weight in sadness and death. And of course tried staying home as long as possible; wearing a wig and doing less laborious activities. But his sickly body forced the grown man in to a private room in the Hospital. Their children were sent to stay with his parents until this all passed, even though they came and visited when school and activities were not continuously in the way. Often on her breaks and all of her freetime, Sakura would press her head on to his chest with infinite sadness – trying to hold on to the man she loved as sensitive ears picked up on gurgling of his lungs trying to take in air. The hospital's head director – Tsunade forbade Sakura on working on anything that had to do with Cancer or even gleaning over her husband's medical records to see what can be done or what could have been done. This decision pressed upon Sakura was painful, and she was going in to depression as Madara began to loose consciousness. Often times it resulted in her flinging her pen case or various other objects in anger, cursing modern medicine for coming up with all these fantastical cures but ones for Cancers. Her eyes could no longer leak tears, as her fingers interlaced with his. As the of her life was wasting away beneath the crisp hospital sheets and home blankets dragged in by the rosette.
Yet it happened- He went home as religious individuals would way. He was laying comatose in her arms as Madara's heart went still. Everything became cold, his body and the room and the staff with friends had to pry her from his corpse – emotionally death though inside she was screaming, crying for him. Sakura never – truly felt the same again.
Authors Note:
This is based on something that has happened to myself(my aunt who passed away some time ago) and to some one that I love very much. (only between mother and a child) :( And In a way I sort of wanted their story to be told.