Personal Narrative: My Dad

He passed away on Wednesday, April 19th of this year. I go to my boyfriend Cameron’s house on Wednesday mornings, and I was thankful that I had him with me when I found out. The way that I found out was not ideal, and it is still aggravating now. Before leaving for school I decided to check a group chat with about ten of my friends in it. One of them had said something died, I do not remember what, and my brother responded with “My dad died.” When I read this I thought he was trying to be funny, so I got mad, and sent him a text saying that it was not something to joke about. Then I showed Cameron the texts, and he told me it seemed like my brother was just trying to annoy me, so I agreed and stopped worrying about it. When he told me he was serious we began to fight and I did not realize that he was not messing with me up until I was walking out the door for school. My brother said that my stepmom had called him around one in the morning to tell him the news. He did not tell me what happened, but I did not feel like I needed to know.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

Through all of the challenging things that took place while my father was fighting cancer, I learned many valuable lessons. My parents decided that my father would undergo chemotherapy and radiation at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Newnan, Georgia. Normally, they would be gone for about two weeks at a time, but there were a couple occasions that my parents were forced to stay there for months due to major surgeries. Home alone in Florida, my brother and I had very different schedules. So, I was alone most of the time. I was only a sophomore in high school, and I found myself having to do pretty much everything on my own. Even though it was onerous, this time in my life is very meaningful to me. It taught me that I will not always have someone to rely on. Even if it was a little earlier than normal, I am thankful that I was forced to become as independent as I am today. I value this chapter in my life, because I believe that being strong and independent is very critical to being able to survive in the world we live in

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.

Realizing that somebody whom I considered invincible throughout my whole life had suddenly been affected by cancer was life changing to me. Uncle Chris has not only been my idol since before I could remember, but my immediate family cherishes him as well. In fact, my parents even named me Chris in honor of my uncle. The moment I was told that he was diagnosed with cancer and had to suffer through chemotherapy changed my life to this day. It was a realization that life is often unfair, and a person whom you would least expect, can suffer serious, life-threatening illness. I’ve learned

When I was in high school, I found out my father had prostate cancer. This was devastating news because my father was already raising three girls on his own. I was the youngest and the only child that resided at home. I also found out that year that I was going to be a mother.

Being diagnosed with a terminal disease will shock any person, but when you have to tell a child, it really changes your perspective. Little kids bounce back from a lot of things, but it is their support system that gets them there.

About a year after being diagnosed, his doctor told him that he was cancer free. He was so happy; his face was all smiles. I had never seen him so happy in his entire life. It was such a beautiful sight seeing my old mans face that lit up, he told everyone that he was cancer free. I was so proud of my father for being that strong, cancer couldn't even bring him down.

In 2010, doctors diagnosed my father with a rare form of cancer with dismal survival rates and gave him nineteen months to live. As a father of three, he wanted to be the best father he could to my siblings and I for as long as possible.

I just kept going to visit him and I knew that one day there would be a time where I couldn’t anymore. One night in particular I was at the hospital with my family and friends and he wanted to go eat in the family room ( a room for all the families to eat together ) and I thought to myself this little boy is now 5 and has cancer so if he wants to go see his family and walk around that is just what we are about to do. So I get him out of bed very carefully to make sure all the cords and tubes stay intact and he was off. He had not gotten out of the bed in a week but all the sudden this

No one knows the story behind why my dad is such a horrible. You've only heard bits and parts of the story that are easy for me to explain. They don't make me tear up because I know that nothing is ever going to change. There're some parts in the story that make me frustrated and tear up and those are the parts that I hate to share. I just have to be strong enough and courageous enough to tell the parts that hurt the most. I share my feelings about my dad on this blog to vent and to show you that through difficult times you're not alone. Sometimes you feel like you're trapped in a dark hole and you can't get out. The truth is you can get out. Look for the light at the end of the dark hole. There is light somewhere you can't be stuck in the dark for the rest of

Cancer has been a part of my life since I was a year and a half old. My two month old sister, Kaitlyn, was diagnosed with brain cancer. While I do not remember much of that time, I do remember going to the hospital a great deal of the time due to Kaitlyn being so sick. Kaitlyn passed away two weeks before my third birthday and I did not know how to feel. I grew up feeling guilty because I did not remember my sister at all. I would tell people that I wanted to be a “cancer doctor”

Looking back, it is hard to remember my grandpa before he was diagnosed, because a person changes. I will always remember him telling me “mark my words, I will never forget you.” I had to find my own path in life and realize that I want to make an impact on someone lives like my grandfather did. He is always watching over me, and choosing a career in the medical field I know he would be so proud of me that I am helping other like he did serving in the military. He also taught me that life sometime is not on your side, but he taught me how to be a fighter and not a

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

up and followed my daily routine: brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and went to school. Little did I know, that would be the day that changed everything. I found out that my uncle Danny had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The chemo originally worked and he went into remission. After a few months of remission, the doctors said he would have a few months to live. After he passed away, I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't see him anymore. He was just gone. Cancer ended the life of someone very precious to me and his death sparked the beginning of my desire to battle this disease.