Time is everything

I found myself sitting in a hospital waiting room on a sunny afternoon. Pacing back and forth waiting for news of any sort. Nothing was entertaining my mind like what I was about to hear. As my mother walked out and told me the news tears streamed down my face. It was then I realized something I would cherish the rest of my life. We must never take our time for granted; we never know what the future holds. Time creeps up on you more than we all realize sometimes.

I remember distinctly how we came to find out my dad had cancer.

Three Thanksgivings ago he had been throwing up constantly, not a normal flu, it was violent and projectile. My dad didn’t even eat in front of family on Thanksgiving day, he was scared he would get sick. Sometimes my dad would literally have to run to the bathroom. People would ask me what was going on and I honestly did not have the answer, we had no clue it would turn out to be something serious. I would wakeup in the middle of the night from sounds of my dad getting sick in his room. Walking into his room to see what was wrong, I found him with both hands over the sink dizzy, from constant vomiting. One morning I looked at my dad and I could tell he was starting to loose weight faster than he had every before; this went on for about two or three weeks when finally I had to drag my Dad to the doctor. I said, “Dad you are going to the doctor one way or the other.” His reply was he knew it was time but he could tell something wasn’t right. I was always so scared because I slept like a rock I never wanted me to sleep through him calling my name if he needed help, that was one of my biggest fears.

The day of my dad’s appointment he was immediately set up for a scope, which was going to go thru his bod...

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...r the amazing bond I shared with my dad. My dad was hands down my hero, he went through so much but he never gave up, it still amazes me every single day. To know that someone went through such pain and agony just to be there for you as long as they could is one of the most selfless things in this world.

Exactly one month later after the surgery, my Dad passed away from hemorrhaging. My dad was on a curative path there was no cancer in his body when he died. I believe that my Dad having cancer changed his life in more ways than one. My Dad gained his faith, something he had struggled with since he was younger. I believe everything happens for a reason, we do not always know these reasons but that is the whole point of life. It taught me to see the light in the darkness, the good in the bad. I know my dad is in an amazing place now, there is no doubt in my mind.