It is the eve of a new day. No one ever knows what it might bring... But always be grateful to wake upon that day. My beautiful father undergoes a byopsie tomorrow that will determine his fate. Cancer can be beaten. It must be beaten. I made him promise me when I was seven years old that he would be the first man to live forever. He told me I was being silly and that it couldn't be. I replied, "well, not with an attitude like that". But see he will live forever.
To the lower left of the panel the cancer is consuming the soul, sucking it from the body on the right ... Bottom middle, represents the cancer being expelled.