Losing a chance that will make an impact on your life hurts; especially when it was a favor that someone had asked of you. My dad used to always ask me to record his story of coming to America – the story of all his struggles and accomplishments. Planning to do so later in the future, I didn’t think about the time I had left. I thought I would have all the time in the world to do so, and to be able to hear it through his voice. You don’t know how wrong I was to think so.
On September 27, 2013, I received a text message from my older sister that our dad only had two to three weeks left with us. After battling prostate cancer for about three years – going in and out of the hospitals, back and forth from the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, and having two catheters – the cancer spread into my dad’s liver and lungs. That day, we were picked up after school and went straight to the St. John’s hospital in Maplewood. Learning that day about the short time he had left, everyone was supposed to spend as much time as we could with him. Therefore, my family registered him for Hospice, so that he can stay home and still get all the help he needed, whenever he needed it. Not being able to do so because of school, we had to leave his side.
At school, I was aware that my actions were not exhibiting concern for my dad. I would sit about to myself, “Am I having too much fun while my dad is at home suffering?” “Will going to my schools events be too disrespectful towards my family?” Everything at
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I reminisce with all members of my family the day we received the news from our doctor that my father had prostate cancer. We got that news like thunder in our ears, because just one year before we had lost our sister to breast cancer, and we still remember how much pain and suffering the cancer had caused. As a result nobody in our family believed that we were going to lose our father either. My father suffered prostate cancer for nearly two years, because the cancer had already spread to his bones. Before my father had discovered the cancer, he suffered from pain in his back so as a result of this back pain, he visited the doctor and he started to take some medication to relieve the back pain. He also tried to use a crutch to
It was a typical day in the McDougal household; my sister was acclimating to college life, my annoying little brother was pushing my buttons, and my only worry was whether I was going to pass my next bio test. My dad was getting ready for a business trip to Singapore but decided to stop by the doctors for a quick checkup for his abdomen. Scans came back showing that the bump on his belly button was metastasized Stage IV Liver Cancer. I was completely devastated and couldn’t comprehend how my role model could have so much chaos inside of him. It took weeks before I could go a day without crying as I thought about my future without one of my biggest supporters. It seems for every glimmer of hope for a new treatment, a new, insurmountable brick wall appears when the scans show the treatment’s failure. As cliché as it sounds, every day truly is a rollercoaster; some days better than others. However, we slowly have adapted to this new reality and have truly understood that falling down is a part of life, but getting back up is living.
My parents had just attained engagement when they found out my dad had cancer. My dad had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma stage four at the age of 25 in1996. My mom and dad were shocked but had hope my dad would make it. My dad has inspired me to be the best I can be and not let anyone stop me. This unexpected event happened before I was born but tremendously affected me. This my dad’s unforgettable story.
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As an 11-year-old child most kids worry about going outside to play with friends or on their cell phones not most, children worry about if there is going to be dinner on the table, or if the water is shut off, or if the electricity isn’t working. Most kids don’t have to grow up and act like an adult until their 18 or 19 years old. Not many children at the young age of 11 have to sit and wander if today or tomorrow is the last time they get to see their dad.
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It all started when my Mom went on a retreat at St.Timothy church, when she meet a mother of two girls, Shanna Rodriguez-Torres. We then became close friends and met her daughter Bella, who would change my family's life forever. Bella had been battling a severe case of cancer during this time. When I met Bella she wasn’t famous there wasn't snt any cool socks, or anything, she was your normal sweet girl. Yet she wasn't nt how you thought, she battled cancer at age 4. because of that time she lost many of her memory. She forgot how to walk, talk and other things. The doctors said she would never walk or run again, she showed them she walked in a walker for a short time. Soon, very soon she was running and having a blast. That was few of her
With cancer being the second leading cause of death worldwide. This illness has had an impact of the lives of almost every person, and with cancer claiming the lives of both of my paternal grandparents, I am no exception to this statement. My grandparents did not survive their battle with cancer, mostly due to the under development of chronic diseases in my home country, Cuba. While Cuba has an exceptional infectious disease department, their chronic diseases does not provide the same results. I have personal connection with cancer. And this has led me to work to find better treatment options, that can be cheap and efficient, so that less developed countries can have access to better options.
I feel truly blessed to have a second chance in life. My life changed drastically when diagnosed with stage 2 cancer. Not only was my life impacted, my family member’s lives were affected too. Cancer is a serious illness that takes a very strong person to overcome. Being a survivor is a huge accomplishment in life. Any person that builds a strong enough immune system to surpass the array of illness produce from the sickness is looked upon as a hero. A cancer survivor is a unique individual. Cancer is a very powerful and harmful disease that affects human being on a daily basis.
When he collapsed from treatment-induced pulmonary complications and a flash metastasis, it was like waking into my worst nightmare. Three days later I watched my father take his last breath as he was surrounded by his family, his mother, wife, daughter and me. He drifted away over the course of 10 min or so, slowly fading. I remember thinking it was like watching him sail away on deployment with the Navy. The next few weeks are still a blur of emotion even 24 years later. I remember calling out the time when he took his last breath matter-of-factly. I remember saying I was ok, but within 10 minutes or so I was running down the hospital floor hall crying and eventually screaming in sorrow in the hospital floor waiting room at Bethesda Naval Hospital. We had the funeral 7 days later on Dec 23rd of 1992, and 900 miles away at a National Cemetery in Florida. I remember nothing of that Christmas beside the funeral. It was several more years before I fully understood and appreciated my feelings regarding my father’s death, and even now grief can still affect me especially on the
After March 4th, losing my cousin’s battle with cancer, everything just went downhill from there. Cancer being a hereditary scares the crap out of me. Everything just seemed to stop. I wasn't training for runs (for a cause). I just felt like he took a piece of me with him when he went 6-feet under. He was only 30 years old and still had a life ahead of him, but was gone too fast. Married to Melissa, who is an inspiration for being able to withstand pressure. His daughter who was diagnosed with Leukemia when she was 2-years old and has been a survivor for a few years now… baby Izzy. She was one of his inspirations to do great things. He became one of the founder of #TEAMCANCERSUCKS, joined quite a few triathlons, received a few sponsors. He
When I was 8 years old my dad, Héctor Luis Acevedo, was diagnosed with a stage 4 non hodkin’s lymphoma, a cancer that attacks the immune system. I remember the day my parents gave me and my siblings the announcement like it was yesterday. It was May 2010th, they told us at home and then we went to church and that’s when I told my parents I wanted to do my First Holy Communion because I wanted my dad there with me on that special moment. They talked to the priest and they agreed I was going to have my First Holy Communion in May. The doctors here in Puerto Rico told my dad he only had 2 months to live because his cancer was really advanced. It wasn’t until my dad went to the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas that they told him his cancer could be treated. My parents where off for a long time and everyone we knew prayed for my dad to get better, they also gave us money to pay for the treatments, and the stay and food which were all crazy expensive, I remember the priest gave my mom like a thousand dollars from the money he had been saving and he told my mom to accept the money because he couldn’t ever hear my dad died because he didn’t have enough money. Well guess what, in two months for my First Holy Communion my dad was already better and almost completely cancer free. I don’t want any kid or parent to go through any of this, that’s why I’m