It was the summer before fourth grade when I was told that my dad had cancer. He was diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer when I was ten years old. The day I found out was mostly a normal day. I was told in our dining room. For the next exiguous days after that I was depressed. Not only was I sad, but I was also angry. I didn’t know what to do if my dad died. I just kept replaying what his death would be like over and over in my head. Today I realize that the devil wants me to hate life. He wants the opposite of God. I wasn’t going to do that. I have a better life than most people on this planet and I am going to use it to the fullest of my abilities. At first when I learned that my dad has cancer, I was devastated. I had no idea how to live my life with this information. As each day went on, I started getting used to it. I forced myself to accept the fact that cancer is actually very common. I overcame being depressed even though I thought my dad was going to die before I graduated my eighth grade year. Here I am now, a freshman in high school, and his medicine is still working. I feel like God has heard my prayers along with everyone else’s. During the beginning of his diagnosis, I reasoned, I was …show more content…
If he does die from cancer I know that he will be more worried about the family than himself because that is the way he thinks. I won’t mourn and hate my life. I will love and enjoy life no matter how long it is. I hate that my dad has cancer. At least I know my dad. Some people don’t even know their parents. These thoughts galvanize me to not pity myself they help me realize all of the beneficiary deeds God has done for me. With that said, I can confirm that I live in a place where God is very present. With all things considered, I will use this knowledge to help me live my life with strength, courage, and