My Father's Story with Cancer

799 Words Feb 20th, 2018 3 Pages
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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