‘That was then, this is now’. Write about a past event or moment in your life and how it has affected you.
Tayler Bambrick
5,187 people died due to brain cancer in 2012. And my dad was one of them. One of the souls stolen from this world before their time.
My dad’s life has been cut short by an impending deadline placed upon him. A judgment cast in an MRI, cancer serving as the life sentence. We have all lived with this truth for four long years now. And each step has been more ruinous than the last. Becoming harder to carry on, everyone weaker than they were before in the not so distant past.
At first I was numb, anesthetized. Skyscrapers that I once built up in my make believe land, are crashing down, burning and charring, debris everywhere …show more content…
This meant dad become progressively more clumsy and forgetful. One day I came home from school to receive “Who are you, why are you in my house?” my dad roared angrily. He forgot about his own son… Silently, tears pooled in my eyes, I cried myself to sleep that night never wanting to wake up in the morning.
Trips to the hospital for chemo were a harsh reminder of the manifestation of evil that was growing in my dad’s skull. The hospital ward was the eeriest place on earth, and they knew it. The walls were plastered with relics of happiness and bright colours. The whole building looked forced. Like a Chelsea grin. A macabre circus where every act has only a month left… my dad hated the hospital visits. Sitting for hours with a drip in is arm, confined to a chair when all he wanted to do was to escape this place and live.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I am unable to find the forte to look into his eyes. I am petrified that I will watch the exact moment that the warm glow that once inhabited his eyes will be replaced by a cold lifeless stare. Not looking at my dad in his final moments will rip me apart inside, but I don’t think watching will be any easier.
And just like that he was
Tayler Bambrick
5,187 people died due to brain cancer in 2012. And my dad was one of them. One of the souls stolen from this world before their time.
My dad’s life has been cut short by an impending deadline placed upon him. A judgment cast in an MRI, cancer serving as the life sentence. We have all lived with this truth for four long years now. And each step has been more ruinous than the last. Becoming harder to carry on, everyone weaker than they were before in the not so distant past.
At first I was numb, anesthetized. Skyscrapers that I once built up in my make believe land, are crashing down, burning and charring, debris everywhere …show more content…
This meant dad become progressively more clumsy and forgetful. One day I came home from school to receive “Who are you, why are you in my house?” my dad roared angrily. He forgot about his own son… Silently, tears pooled in my eyes, I cried myself to sleep that night never wanting to wake up in the morning.
Trips to the hospital for chemo were a harsh reminder of the manifestation of evil that was growing in my dad’s skull. The hospital ward was the eeriest place on earth, and they knew it. The walls were plastered with relics of happiness and bright colours. The whole building looked forced. Like a Chelsea grin. A macabre circus where every act has only a month left… my dad hated the hospital visits. Sitting for hours with a drip in is arm, confined to a chair when all he wanted to do was to escape this place and live.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I am unable to find the forte to look into his eyes. I am petrified that I will watch the exact moment that the warm glow that once inhabited his eyes will be replaced by a cold lifeless stare. Not looking at my dad in his final moments will rip me apart inside, but I don’t think watching will be any easier.
And just like that he was