Personal Narrative: The Day My Father

November 10th, 2015 was the day my father, the strongest individual I know, was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in his esophagus. The day he found out my loved ones immediately called a family meeting. Most of the conversation was a fog. I was just trying to comprehend the fact that my what I thought, perfectly healthy father, was diagnosed with six months to live. It was immensely difficult for me to process the fact that there were little cancerous tumors covering my father 's vital organs. Although, he did not tell me he was in pain, having this reality check dropped upon him proved he was withstanding pain for an elongated period of time without seeking medical attention. The minute he informed me how long he waited before seeking attention, …show more content…
My father was checked into Hospice care and barely had the energy to get up to use the restroom. Sitting there, in that hospital room, just waiting, was an awful experience to endure. Every second felt like hours, I felt so sick to my stomach that I physically wanted to vomit. Seeing the blank expression on every medical professional 's face when they walked in and out of the room gave me little hope of the last remaining "what if he makes it." My mother offered me to go home so I could have time to think but I could not even fathom leaving his bedside for even a second. His last night was the hardest night on everyone, He kept fighting for four days before the cancer spread to all of his vital organs. My father had a certain fighters mentality, it is the same type my brother has. He would always say he regrets not dying in battle but this was not a war between another group of individuals, this was a war inside of him. To be overwhelmingly honest, he was doing one hell of a job going through that fight. Laying there, on his death bed, he was surrounded by the three individuals he loved most in life, my brother, my mother, and