A Short Painful Fight Against Cancer Essay
Like a still from an old movie, I stood their clutching the phone in shock. My Dad, the best man I knew, had just lost a short painful fight against cancer. The crushing pain I was feeling brought fresh tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. The thought popped into my head; something about our life being over in the blink of an eye, and I immediately chuckled as my dad would have hated knowing I had thought something so unoriginal.
Like an explosion memories overcame me and I burst into tears. My world had just fragmented into a billion pieces. The searing pain was unbearable. I quickly called my husband to explain what had happened and that he needed to go pick our children up from school so we could make the long journey to San Antonio. After a brief exchange of frantic condolences and “I’ll be there as soon as I can” I melted into a ball on the ground and wept uncontrollably. I knew my dad’s great performance would eventually come to a close, but never this suddenly. It had only been a month since they found the mass on his pancreas and I had gotten that terrifying call. I thought there would be more time to spend together. I was sitting there covered in snot and tears and full of regrets asking God, “Why? OH, PLEASE GOD WHY!”, when my husband walked in and pulled me up from the floor and into a tight, comforting embrace.
As we drove, it was my children in the backseat that kept me from falling apart. I knew I had to be strong for them because if they saw me lose…