My Dad, My Hero

Cancer is a word that no one wants to hear or think about, however there are many people

Then I snapped out of my dream with the sound of the phone ringing, we were about 30 minutes from home and my mom looks at me. I automatically knew something was up as she hung up she turned to me and said: “ Will be packing bags they want us to stay in the hospital.” Still so confused and anxious about what they had found they didn 't say anything over the phone. We got to the hospital and sat down with the doctor and an interpreter. and that 's when he dropped the bomb “You have a brain tumor” it almost felt as if I was on a rollercoaster the one where it drops so fast to the ground that you feel your organs fell, I cried and I wished we never came. My mother she was in tears as much as she tried to hold back they bursted out. Later then they settled me and my mom in a room its was all colorful and I felt as if I were in a little kids room except it was a hospital room. The next day I get scheduled for a biopsy and I was pretty terrified and they explained the process to me as if I were to be less scared. They weren’t going to open my skull, go through my nose to take a little chunk of the tumour, then examine it and see if it was malignant or benign. I got the results that it was malignant and I would soon start my chemotherapy.

When you hear the word cancer, it’s as if someone took the game of life and threw it in the air.

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

I can’t exactly say I remember it like it was yesterday. The only reason I won’t say that is because I can’t remember how I felt, if I felt anything at all. What I can say, is that I remember exactly how everyone around me felt. I’m not sure if it was the sufferance that made me numb, or if my brain is simply blocking out the immense sadness I must’ve felt at the time. Either way, it all started the beginning of April in 2012. When my mother first told me that we were going to drive to Canada because of a family emergency, I’m sure I must’ve felt shocked at the news; my mom usually hates when I miss school, especially that late into the year, but I obliged. I didn’t have a choice really, so my mom sat me down to tell me what exactly the family emergency was. Turns out my aunt Cristy had cancer, stomach cancer. I looked it up later that day, still slightly confused, as stomach cancer is rare. I slowly began to understand things, whatever it might mean to understand cancer anyway. My aunt had a very rare stomach cancer. We were driving 16 hours to Canada to see my cancerous aunt.

That day has haunted me for eight years. Early that fall morning my parents had taken my grandmother for her doctor’s appointment and when they returned they had news. I was sat down and told something most ten year olds do not ever have to hear, my grandmother had lung cancer. I froze; not saying a word my mom reassured me everything was going to be ok. I reacted just like a

One of the most nerve-racking moments of my life was when I found out my grandma had colon cancer. I knew something was wrong from the point she told me that something was upsetting her stomach. She finally went to the doctor and then had a CAT scan, which found nothing. Then she was taken to the hospital for a colonoscopy, and diagnosed with colon cancer. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I love my grandma so much and this really hit me hard.

My mother was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer when I was in the seventh grade. School just ended and I remember running towards the playground, throwing down my backpack, eager to get on one of the swings. At the same time as I stepped foot on the playground I saw my brother getting out of the car and walking towards me. As I picked up my bag and got closer, I noticed tears in his eyes. I shifted my eyes towards the car and spotted my family all sitting anxiously waiting for me to get in. During the ride home, I kept asking my brother, two sisters and father what was wrong but they would not say a word till we got home. This is when I turned to ask my mother. Although she was smiling, telling me everything will be okay, I saw pain and sadness in her eyes.

Cancer has been a part of my life since I was younger. My grandma and aunt were diagnosed and luckily, they both won their battles. Unfortunately, not everyone is as lucky. My best friend’s mother was diagnosed when she was extremely young and she did not even know what the word cancer meant. She had no idea one word could cause someone

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, the first thing that I thought was, I don’t have time for this. The doctor called me with the results of my previous test and attempting to stay calm I agreed to a time for an appointment and hung up the phone. I walk into the living room and sit on the couch in shock. Everything feels so surreal, this can't be happening to me. Sure I hadn’t been feeling the best but seriously? What am I going to do? What about Aleshia? My mind goes into a spiral of never ending thoughts. Slowly they calm and I walk into my five year old daughters room. There she sleeps; so peaceful and still. I lay beside her running my thin fingers through her curly hair. A tear silently runs down my cheek as I drift into sleep. The

That day my father was going into surgery because of a work accident. I never was sure about what exactly happened. I guess I was just too young to understand

When people hear the word cancer their mind automatically is filled the sad, unhappy thoughts. Someone who has/or is/or knows someone who is battling cancer knows all the pain and trials they have to go through. No one ever wants to find out they have cancer. That is why there is healthy ways you can reduce your risk of getting cancer. And there is always ways you can treat it, if you happen to develop cancer.

“Have you ever get the feeling of your heart stopping in the middle of news?”. Yeah, that was me, I was at the waiting room on the second floor of one of the hospitals in the city of Tyler. I had brought her because she was feeling bad. She was feeling extreme pain on her right side of her stomach, while being pregnant. I got so scared that I had to drive her down to the hospital knowing I did not have a license, but that did not stop me at that minute. Waiting on that big empty room is kind of scary no one comes, no one goes. The doctor comes in and looks at me, by the expression on his face I knew it was not something good. Well, my mother was diagnosed with kidney Infection while being seven months pregnant.

The doctor informed me that my mom had a brain tumor, and that I needed to take her straight to the hospital. He asked if I wanted to tell her, or if he should. I panicked and I asked him to tell her. She was half asleep at this point, but I got her to take the phone. She just nodded knowingly as she listened, and seemed un-phased. I wasn’t sure if she even understood what was going on.

Heroes; something we all aspire to be, but easily recognize in others. Wait, how do we define what makes a hero, a hero? A hero is one who is kind, courageous, smart, determined and selfless. They often do what is better for the greater good and not themselves. This is seen in both Greek and Modern heroes, whether it is cutting off Medusa’s head or defeating the Riddler, they show these qualities in one way or another. We also see these qualities in parents, true everyday heroes. While they may not have super strength or the ability to fly, parents are the ultimate heroes in our lives, for they love for us without judgement and will always be there when we need them most. My father, William Romero, is a hero since it takes a true hero to