Imagine your own father having cancer and no one knows not even him. But all of a sudden he has a appointment to go to and out of nowhere they found something weird on the xrays and ultrasound, out of a bloom they noticed he had a stem cell that was getting worst and then they realize it was cancer. They rushed back to his room where he was waiting for the doctor to tell him to go home, but he had to stay at the hospital. My mom and dad were shocked and scared because the way the doctor rushed to the room and said he had to stay. They knew it was something bad he had. So my dad said “what's wrong doctors is it something really bad”. The doctor said “sir I don’t know how to say this but you have lung cancer”. My dad all of a sudden dropped to the ground scared. He asked himself would I still be alive and see my kids grow and have a future. My mother was all shocked and didn’t know what to say. My mom had to go to the house to feed us. So she left my dad at the hospital because they rushed him to check it out. After my mom got home, I asked my mom where was my dad and she said to me he’s at the store buying things so he’ll come back later. But it was getting late and sundown was already gone and then she said fine I’ll tell you the truth he stayed at the hospital because he has a high fever and he’s coming back tomorrow. So I woke up like any other day getting ready for school and then hours later when I came back from school he wasn’t home still. So I started to wonder to myself maybe he’s really sick or he probably has something worst than just a high fever. A fever can’t take a long time or a whole day and night to go away. I asked my mom again and she said he is staying over there for two more days because the doctor doesn’t want him to get more sick then he is so he has to stay there for two more days. So I said to myself again thats true its better for him to stay so he wouldn’t get more sick then he is. I was about 10 years old when he was in the hospital I was too little to know he had cancer. But my mom never told he had cancer but I missed my dad a lot because we haven’t spend time together. I would cry in my room looking at those kids with their dad’s having fun but not me.

It was thursday already I woke just like any other day but this time I was sad because my dad hasn’t came back from the hospital. And he would always take me to school every thursday and friday but this time i knew it was going to be different because he isn’t here with me. So I left to school and I would sit in class doing nothing because I would daydream too much and not pay attention to my teacher when she would teach and I started to get in trouble that day because I was ignoring the teacher because I kept daydreaming and I told her to leave me alone. So she took me to the main office and called my mom and said I was being mean and talking back to the teacher and I wasn’t doing any work just daydreaming too much. So my mom went to school that day because my teacher wanted to talk to her and the way I was acting. So when my mom got there my teacher was telling her how I was just sitting there doing nothing and telling my teacher to leave me alone and that she has to do something about it and she said alright I will, so she took me home and on the way walking home she said it wasn’t my fault I kept thinking about my dad. She just said to not be mean and talk back to my teacher because the principal suspended me for a day. So I got home and I told my mom I was going to be in my room doing nothing because I didn’t want to see anybody. So I decided to go to sleep and did and I woke up in the night and asked my mom if I can call my dad and see if he was ok and if I can go visit him. My mom said sorry but you can’t visit him or call him. So I went back to my room and sleep because all i just wanted was to be with my dad like before but I was starting to get scared that I wasn’t going to see him ever again.

It was friday already and I woke up early and saw kids going to school with there dad next to them walking them to school and when I saw those kids I would cry and say I want my dad back please bring back my dad. I would spend the whole morning and afternoon in my room doing nothing just looking out the window and looking at my picture i took with my dad the day before he went to the hospital. Every time I would see those pictures I would cry a lot because I just wanted my dad back home with me next to me. It was getting dark again and I was waiting for my dad to get out of a car and walk into the house but he didn’t hours would pass by and he still wouldn’t come, I soon said to my self my mom lied to me again he probably not coming back. It was saturday the next day and I didn’t want to go out because my dad wasn’t home. My little brother would go up to me and hug me and would ask me why I was crying every time and I didn’t want to tell him because he was just 5 years old he wouldn’t understand since he was still little. the next day passed it was sunday and my mom was talking on the phone with my aunt from Mexico and I leaned my ear next to her room and i heard her say Sis my husband has cancer and I don’t know if he is going to be alive any time and when I heard the word cancer I thought to myself what's cancer so i remember my self to ask my teacher what is cancer and I did the next day. I said I was sorry for what I did and she said it was ok so after I said I was sorry I asked Mrs whats cancer and she told well cancer is really bad because many people die from it and mostly a lot of people don’t live from it, When she said the word die I ran out the room to the bathroom and started to cry. My teacher went to follow me all the way to the bathroom and saw me cry. And she asked me why I was crying and I didn’t respond back so she took me to the nurse and called my mom to come in again and she asked my mom to come and in and my mom thought I did something bad. When she got there she asked my teacher what did he do now and she said nothing he ran out the class room and I found him crying in the bathroom do you know why he was crying. My mom said to be honest I really don’t know why. So they asked me why I was crying but I didn’t answer I didn’t want to answer all I wanted was for my dad to be alive and not die because he had cancer.

But the teacher told my mom he just asked me what was cancer and I told him and he ran out the room crying. My mom then realize why I was crying because she found out I was hearing her talk on the phone with my aunt from Mexico. So then she told my teacher ill take him home and talk to him and my teacher letted the office know I left. So when I got home I asked my mom is my dad doing to die and she said no your dad is going to live and come home soon when he gets better. But I told my mom I wanted to go see my dad atleast just so I can see he was ok. And she said alright ill call the hospital and ill ask them if you can go see him. And she did call the hospital that day and the doctor said it was ok. Later that afternoon I went to go see him and I was outside the room deciding if I should go inside or go back home but I knew I had to go inside and see him. And when i stepped into the room all I saw was he had so much many wires on his body and face and all his hair fell out. When I saw him that instent I began to cry a lot and my mom pushed me closer to my dad and my dad hugged me and kissed and said evey thing is going to be ok am going to be home with you soon I promise son when he told me that I cryed because I didnt want him to die because I didn’t want to lose my dad. The doctor came in and said be strong because your dad is going to be alright and he’s fighting this for you and your brother and your brother who is going to be born soon. And my dad looked at me and said am fighting this for you and Jair and Jimmy your little brother who is going to be born soon. i hugged my dad and kissed him on his cheek and said bye because it was getting late. But weeks and months passed by and my dad still hasn’t come back home. More and more months passed and he wasn’t home still. He went to New York because he had to stay there for two weeks because he had to get operated. Then he came back to New brunswick and I got to see him again but he had to get operated again so I left home and didn’t see him until next month. It was november already my little brother was about to be born and my dad wasn’t home still. I woke up the next morning and I didn’t see my mom down stairs so I knocked my aunt room and I asked her where’s my mom and she said she had your little brother already.

So I went to school and I went to go see my little brother and my dad was there on a wheel chair holding my little brother. I hugged my mom and dad and brother and my other brother because it felt like if we were back home. It was time for me and my other brother to go home because it was getting dark and I needed to go to school the next day. So I was already use to living that kind of life so a month passed and my dad was able to come back home. When my mom told me my dad was on his way home I was so happy that everything was going to be back to normal. When my dad got back to the house he had a cane because he couldn’t walk good because his bones were weak and I didn’t care if he used the cane every time we went to the store even though people use to look at us I would hold his arm so he wouldn’t fall I didn’t care what people would say I was just happy he was back home with me. But my life is different than other people’s lives.Two years passed by and his hair came back and everything was like it was before he had cancer but he still has the cancer now today but I got use to the life I have with him. My alarm clock rang and rang and I woke up and noticed I was dreaming about my life story. Even now today I look back through the pictures and I still cry and and smile at the same time because my dad went through a lot just for me and my brothers. Even now today I thank him for always being there for me,and I also remember what a strong man he is for going through all of that just for us. But my life is just normal as it is like others people live’s just because my dad has cancer doesn’t make me different. But this is the life story of my dad having cancer.